I'm Broken
Chapter five
Shay's POV
I grabbed some art supplies for Tish; because her little brother is always stealing hers; and a few sewing supplies, then moved the huge mirror that Father refused to go near. Apparently it's haunted. I stared at the gaping hole behind it, and saw Tish's cell phone light coming from the end of the passage. She's probably texting someone and they won't reply back. I got my answer to that one when the light started bounce up and down and I heard her Fan Girl squeak. She's on twitter then.
"Tishypoo, I'm on my way down. On three turn on the lights." I walked into to passage way, put the mirror back in place, and the started counting, taking three steps as I did. The lights slowly clicked on dimly and brightened as the seconds ticked by.
"SHAY SHAY! LOOK WHO ASKED TO HANG OUT!!" Tish shouted, thankfully the passage way is sound proof, and shoved her phone in my face. After my vision refocused, I noticed it was Zayn asking if he could hang out with me.
"What? Why me?" I asked, looking lost and confused.
" I don't know. Maybe he fancies you." Tish shrugged, and I noticed she was eye-balling the materials and art supplies in my arms.
"Yes. These are for your collection we started down here. However, I'm only going to give them to you if you brought me some pizza. I opened the container he threw at me, and it was just a bunch of moldy bread. Gross." Tish laughed and walked to the hole she had to climb to in order to get here. When she returned, she had three boxes of pizza.
"Why three?" I wasn't sure if I wanted to know the answer.
"I told Zayn I was going to bring you to their hotel and we all could hang out. He told me to bring some pizza because they only had three boxes left. I figured I'd bring three more." She said, trading me the pizza for the supplies.
"But, what if I get caught?" I complained.
" You won't. You know how your so called father drinks before going to bed? Well, I put some sleeping pills in his bottle he grabbed. He won't know you're gone. Plus, you could always run away." Tish confided her plan as she walked toward the mirror that led to my room.
"Sleeping pills wear of though! What if he comes after me?"
"He won't. We'll leave no trace of where you've been. I can seal up the passage way entrances that way he doesn't get suspicious." Tish moved the mirror and entered my room. I followed, very worried.
"Fine, but if this plan doesn't work out, I'm not bailing you out of jail when you sneak into BVB's tour bus!" I whispered.
"How did you know about that?! I didn't tell anyone, not even Patches!" She whisper shouted back. That's when I noticed she was packing all my belongings that could be shoved in any type of bag or box. There wasn't much, thankfully. Also, knowing Tish, she had her truck parked near by the hole she goes through.
"I'm your bester fruende (Translation: Best friend in German). I know you." I helped her pack my things quickly and quietly.
I grabbed some art supplies for Tish; because her little brother is always stealing hers; and a few sewing supplies, then moved the huge mirror that Father refused to go near. Apparently it's haunted. I stared at the gaping hole behind it, and saw Tish's cell phone light coming from the end of the passage. She's probably texting someone and they won't reply back. I got my answer to that one when the light started bounce up and down and I heard her Fan Girl squeak. She's on twitter then.
"Tishypoo, I'm on my way down. On three turn on the lights." I walked into to passage way, put the mirror back in place, and the started counting, taking three steps as I did. The lights slowly clicked on dimly and brightened as the seconds ticked by.
"SHAY SHAY! LOOK WHO ASKED TO HANG OUT!!" Tish shouted, thankfully the passage way is sound proof, and shoved her phone in my face. After my vision refocused, I noticed it was Zayn asking if he could hang out with me.
"What? Why me?" I asked, looking lost and confused.
" I don't know. Maybe he fancies you." Tish shrugged, and I noticed she was eye-balling the materials and art supplies in my arms.
"Yes. These are for your collection we started down here. However, I'm only going to give them to you if you brought me some pizza. I opened the container he threw at me, and it was just a bunch of moldy bread. Gross." Tish laughed and walked to the hole she had to climb to in order to get here. When she returned, she had three boxes of pizza.
"Why three?" I wasn't sure if I wanted to know the answer.
"I told Zayn I was going to bring you to their hotel and we all could hang out. He told me to bring some pizza because they only had three boxes left. I figured I'd bring three more." She said, trading me the pizza for the supplies.
"But, what if I get caught?" I complained.
" You won't. You know how your so called father drinks before going to bed? Well, I put some sleeping pills in his bottle he grabbed. He won't know you're gone. Plus, you could always run away." Tish confided her plan as she walked toward the mirror that led to my room.
"Sleeping pills wear of though! What if he comes after me?"
"He won't. We'll leave no trace of where you've been. I can seal up the passage way entrances that way he doesn't get suspicious." Tish moved the mirror and entered my room. I followed, very worried.
"Fine, but if this plan doesn't work out, I'm not bailing you out of jail when you sneak into BVB's tour bus!" I whispered.
"How did you know about that?! I didn't tell anyone, not even Patches!" She whisper shouted back. That's when I noticed she was packing all my belongings that could be shoved in any type of bag or box. There wasn't much, thankfully. Also, knowing Tish, she had her truck parked near by the hole she goes through.
"I'm your bester fruende (Translation: Best friend in German). I know you." I helped her pack my things quickly and quietly.