The Head Girl ✓

Chapter 4

To come to the fourth floor, we have to enter through a door. On entering the door, there are four other rooms. No one knows about these rooms. The first room consists of my musical stuffs, like guitar, piano. Basically it's a type of a music studio. The other room is my dance room where a large glass wall is fitted. This room has nothing interesting other than a large music player. My fourth room is where my clothes are hung, all my fancy clothes. It's a big giant room turned into a closet. All type of clothes, dress, shoes, bag, purse, every single item I want. It's basically a girl's dream wardrobe. It's quite a large room.

My third room is what I don't want anyone to know, yet. This room is a room where you have TV and a single couch. Along with that there is another room attached. That room is small compared to all the room in the house. On the door, it's written 'Rag' in big purple fancy writing.

Why rag?

Because, my brothers like to call me rag. I'm spoilt way too much in their minds, so they call my Rag whenever they wish.

Inside the room is a single bed. At the top of the bed to the wall is a large photo frame of me and my brothers, smiling. At the right of the bed is bookshelf with all information of my brothers' work. I have made separate books for all my brothers. All their achievement, interview photos, every single information of them from newspapers to posters, I've maintained them, but never told them any of this.

The walls in room are covered by all photos we took. From small to big trips around the world. Every single copy of it is covering all the walls in this room, except for left wall. On the left wall, I'm trying to paint us. In the middle, me, to my left side Will and to my right Ryan. Next to Ryan is Ethan. Next to Ethan will be Blake. To my left along with Will, will be Max and then Nate. I'm trying to paint, but I don't know how long it will take me to complete it. That was all for the fourth floor.

The third floor is from my parents' side. That is the right hallway. The third floor consists of the boys floor. Video game room and a theatre room; they even have a bowling alley there, also a bar room along with whatever other stuff boys' need.

So fourth floor is mine and third floor is theirs. It's funny. Six boys have one floor. And one girl has one floor.

That's pretty much my house. Big, comfy, modern, beautiful. Even if it's big, I get a homely feeling living here. I love my house. It was all designed by my mother. Complicated, but simple.

Now back to where we were.

We entered the living room and there sat Ryan with his friends, laughing. Max was with them too, flirting with one of Ryan's friends. I mentally rolled my eyes.

A throat cleared loudly silencing the noise in the room. I was looking down as I felt eyes on me. I swallowed the lump and nervously shifted from feet to feet.

I knew my eyes were red and puffy. Anyone could tell that I cried. I tried my best to hide my face from them. Shifting a little behind Will, who looked ready to kill.

"What happened?" Max asked, looking alert. "Will, why are you home so early?"

"I have some work," Will replied, calmly.

"Gwen, come out from behind." Ryan demanded. I didn't move. I don't want his friends to see me this way.

Before Ryan could say anything more, Will cut him off. "Go to my study room."

I knew it was directed towards me. Without complaining, I went to the study room at the stairs wall. Closing the door behind me, I heard Will talking to Ryan.

"Take your friends upstairs. I don't want to be disturbed."

I sighed and sat on the chair. My head in my hands, gripping the hair.

What am I going to tell Will? That I can't sleep from the nightmares again? Why didn't he save me? A small incident reminded me what happened again? It's not his fault, but it is? Aren't big brothers meant to take care of their younger siblings? But how can I blame him when the one I trusted the most betrayed me. The person my brother, my Dad, my Mom trusted, broke their trust.

I can't blame anyone, but me. Or him.

"Gwen?" Will called. I looked at him. A fresh pool of tears ran down my face.

"I can't forget even if I try too," I cried, not able to hold myself.

He rushed towards me and pulled me with him to the couch in the room. He sat me down on his lap.

"Shh, baby. Don't cry. It's not your fault. I should have been there." He said, his voice breaking at the end. That's what I was talking about.

"No, Will. Stop blaming yourself. If anyone should be blamed, it's me. It's my fault I can't get over it. It's my fault I can't forget him," I snapped at him.

"But," he started.

"Please." I begged. He sighed, holding me close. "You're my baby girl. Don't forget that."

I nodded. He asked me about my arrival today and I told him the reason I wanted to meet Dad. He had his own suspicious about Jonathan being my boyfriend, but I reassured him that it's not true. Finally, he nodded at me and agreed. He said he will talk to Dad and they will keep Jonathan in one of the department in which he is interested. I thanked him and I sighed, closing my eyes. I love my brother. He won't let anything happen to me.

He was still holding me, rocking me back and forth and I don't know when my eyes felt heavy, but I slept, peacefully for the first time in this week, in my brother's arms.

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This chapter mostly consist of their house. Next chapter will be funny, hopefully.

You guys must be thinking who is he? But trust me you'll come to know further. Nothing more for now. Until then.

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