Naked and Afraid

Chapter 11 - Bon voyage!

I pull the car over on the curb and jump out of the car.

"Oh thank god kathrine!" My mother in gulfs me in a huge hug to where I can't breathe.

"Mom what happened?" I shout in worry, pulling her off of me giving her a worried look.

"Somebody broke into your room." She cries.

My heart drops as she says the words. What would anybody possibly want in my room? If I had any guess who might of broke in, my first guess would be Casey. After last night who knows what she's doing now. Sleeping with Liam? I shiver at the thoughts and hug my mother.

"I'm gonna get my keys." I turn around and my mother grabs my arm.

"What are you wearing?" She shakes her head and I look down to see what I'm wearing.

The Pj's! Oh gosh no.

"It's nothing bad I swear." I confess.

"We'll talk later." She tells me letting my arm go.

I don't even want to even think about sleeping with Zayn. I don't need "the talk" again. Last time she said we needed to "talk" was my first day of freshmen year. The talk was mostly about; sex, drugs, groups, parties, and drinking. I didn't even sleep with anybody so I don't need a talk. I roll my eyes at her and grab my keys from the car.

I get a text message as soon as I shut the car door.

Liam.

What could he possibly want?

Liam: "Hey."

He can't just "hey" me. No. Ew. Can he like not. I never wanted him in the first place. And as many times as I say that in my head, I'm trying to believe it, yet I know it's the total oppisite. Why Casey anyways? Is she prettier than me? Smarter? I laugh at myself from the use of word "Smarter."

Do guys even like smart girls, or stupid ones? I'm a mess right now and mom still wants to talk to me about last night. I have a big day today. I just hope it goes great, because right now It's going shitty.

I put my phone away into my pocket and look around to all the cops on my property. 

I wanna leave this place. Right now.

I walk up to my mother. 

"Can I still get ready? Because I still have my plane flight. It leaves in about 4 hours.

"I guess... Just be careful, love you Hun." Mom kisses my head then walks off.

I finish about 30 minutes later, packing one bag. I didn't even know what to pack. You can't bring anything on the show, so there's not a problem there. I just wore a blank long sleeved shirt with a scarf, I mean what if it's cold? And by "It's" I mean the plane. I also put some light colored jeans on with some tanned boots.

Leaving everybody and everything bring my stomache into a bunch of knots, not knowing how to fix it or break it. The break in doesn't make it feel any better. Walking up the stairs made my vomit grow up my throat each step I took. Maybe this show isn't the best thing right now? Or is it? Leaving every little problem here as I go on an island. It could be paradise, or it could just be a disaster. Letting everyone else fight their own battle. I don't know what to do.

I walk up to my bedroom shelf's, scanning all of my photos, all of my little lights lining up against the shelf's. 

Maybe it's a bad idea.

My brother comes in taking the thought away as he tugs my shirt.

"Having second thoughts?" He tells me.