"Something Different"

Chapter 19

Chapter 19

Mimi's Pov: Once we went inside and changed clothes the boys decided to take us out to eat since Whit was going home tomorrow. One day she had received a phone call saying that her grandma was seriously ill. Liam and I wanted to go with her but she said she wanted to go alone. When we went got out of the van and went inside the waiter took our orders and went to get our drinks. I saw Whit got her phone and went outside. When she came back in she looked kind of pale looking so I texted her and asked what was wrong. She replied saying nothing and stayed quiet. Then all of a sudden Mr. Gorgeous Niall Horan starts a ruckus. He kept poking me and saying name over and over until I told him that if he didn't quit I wasn't gonna kiss him at all. He made a pouty face and said ok. Not long after they bought us our food and I noticed that Whit didn't eat one French fry or chicken off her plate. She just sat there staring at it. Something was definitely wrong. I had trained her to love chicken and I never seen her look so pale or sad. Even when she was in the hospital she was happy and cheerful but not tonight. "Whitney, what's wrong?" I asked but she continued to stare at her plate. Liam nudged her and she looked at me with scared and sad eyes. I grabbed her hand and pulled her outside. "What's wrong?" I demanded as I left her go. "Nothing why?" I could see she was even paler now. "You didn't eat any of your chicken and you are pale looking." "So?" "So? So something's wrong! You are usually happy and cheerful and eat fried chicken and not ghostly looking pale." I said as I have her a hug and she started crying. The lads came out and took us to the hotel. The girls had went back home so it was just us and the lads. The next morning when I woke up Whitney was gone. She left her phone on the nightstand with a note on it saying,"Don't bother giving me my phone. It ruined my life." Confused I noticed that everything else was gone. I grabbed my key, Whit's phone,and went to Liam's room. I literally knocked the door down. Finally Liam answered and I noticed that Niall was asleep with some Doritos in his hand. He looked like an upside down monkey that passed out in the middle of eating. Anyway Liam invites me in and I told him about last nights convo and the note I found with Whit's phone. "Did you look at her text messages?" "No, that would be rude." "Not if you care about her." he replied showing me a text that said,"Cant wait to see you." and another one from a different number saying, "I'm coming for you even though you don't love me." I didn't know what Liam was thinking, but I knew that she was in trouble and we had to help her.

Whit's Pov: I wanted to tell them, I really wanted to. But another part of me didn't want to put them through that. I got off the interstate heading to the airport. I was almost there. Then I could put this whole thing behind me and go back to Jamestown. When I got to the airport the people was not nice. They said rude things, bumped into me like 5 thousand times! I swear I was fixing to shoot these people! They were crazy! Anyway I picked up my pace and finally made it to the ticket counter. I asked the lady for my ticket. When she gave it to me I made a run for the gate. I wasn't gonna stop till I was at home. After I put my stuff in the compartment I sat down by the window and I noticed that there was this guy looking for his seat. He was one of my ex-boyfriends! 'Oh crap!' I thought as I put my hoodie on and kept my head low so maybe he wouldn't notice me. And just when I thought things couldn't get worse he sat down right beside me. 'Dang it! Is the universe out to get me!?' I thought as I pulled my jacket tighter around me. "Hey." he said as the plane took off. "Hi." I said in a low voice as I felt my hoodie come off. "I thought that was you." he said as he pushed me against the wall and my head hit the window hard. Then he took his phone out and starting kissing me. When I heard the click from his phone I shoved him away. "What the heck!" he shouted as he began pushing buttons on his phone. "What are you doing!?" I demanded. "I posting it on twitter, what do you think dummy?" he said as he showed me his post. "Heading home with my girlfriend." and below it had a picture of him kissing me. I looked like he was crazy and a bad kisser. "You idiot!!" I shouted as I shoved his sorry self away. "What? Afraid your boyfriend was gonna see it?" he asked in a mocking tone. "Yes!" I shouted as I looked out the window. "You're my girlfriend now." he said in a calm but angry voice. "No I'm not. I dumped your sorry butt. I'm Liam's girlfriend." "No! You're my girlfriend and that's that!" he bellowed in rage. Then he started kissing me again and rubbing my butt and legs.I tried to pull him away as some paparazzi took pictures of us. I guess they knew I was Liam's girlfriend. 'Dang it!!! Where is a gun when you need one!?' I thought as I punched Dylan. He was a creep and he knew how to ruin your day by just walking through the door. "This is your caption speaking we are now passing over Boogerville." 'FINALLY!!!!!! Thank You sweet Baby Jesus!!' I thought as I looked out the window and we landed in Monroe. After they said we could get off I pushed Dylan out of my way, grabbed my stuff and ran over him. I got off the plane, took two buses and I was finally home. I walked in the door of my old home and went upstairs. The funeral would be in a few hours. I took a shower and got something to eat. I cleaned up the house until the funeral home people called me and said that they needed me to be there in about 30 minuets so I could help get stuff ready for my grandma's funeral. I looked at the clock which said 10 a.m and went to take another shower. I went up the stairs and passed by pictures of my grandma and I. My eyes started burning as tears started running down my cheeks. I went into the bathroom, turned on the water for the shower. While I waited for the water to heat up I took my clothes off and stepped into the steaming shower. I had it all figured out. It was 10:15 when I got out of the shower. I put on my sad depressing clothes as I got in my grandmas car and drove to the funeral home. I didn't tell anyone about the funeral, so I didn't expect anyone to come. After I had gottin some stuff straightened out i went and sat down by my grandma's coffin. There was one pot of flowers which I had called in. She looked so beautiful. I had picked out her favorite dress that she would wear almost all the time. I started crying thinking of all those good times we had together. I knew I should have never went to Jamestown in the first place. I knew I should have never left her alone. Well guess I'll do should I should have done in the first place. I'm never going back. The next day they buried her and I cried my eyes out. I knew she wouldn't want me to be crying so I got up changed into some decent clothes and went to town to find me a job so I could pay the bills and buy groceries. I went into Wal-Mart in hopes of getting a job. The manager said that they didn't anymore employees so I got up and went to the Grocery Depot. The manager said that if I wanted to I could start now. So I got out of the chair, put on an red employee apron and rung up my first costumer. She didn't look too happy so asked her,"What's wrong,ma'am?" "Huh? Oh it's just my husband. He comes home every night mad and doesn't want to be fooled with and I.... I don't know what to do." I thought for a moment and said,"Well ma'am, if I was in your shoes I would try straighten up the house where he can come home to a clean house. And I would cook his favorite meal at least twice a week. And I would try to get him to talk about his problems. And that that doesn't work give him time, he'll come around eventually." I said with a smile and she nodded and got her stuff. "Have a good day!" I called after her. "You too!" she replied and I stood there taking this all in. 'How could I give someone else advice when I couldn't even get my life straight? Oh well.' I thought as I rung up some more costumers, who all had problems and I continued to give them advice. Around 8 p.m I could go home. Since I was in high school I earned at least $2 an hour. So when I went home I took $20 with me. 'My first pay check.' I thought to myself on the way home. I pulled the car around back so no one would know I was there. When I walked into the kitchen using the back door, I had a bad feeling. Thinking it was just me being paranoid or something I locked the door and went to put my stuff in my room. Then I decided to go get something to eat since it was late and I didn't eat lunch. When I walked into the living room there was a man sitting on the couch. "Hello dear." the man said as he got up off the couch and I ran into the kitchen and grabbed the broom. He laughed and said,"You wouldn't hit your own dad, would you?" 'Oh my God. First my mom, now my dad.' I realized I was gripping the Barron so hard that my hands hurt,but I sure as heck wasn't gonna let go of that broom.'