My Fragile Heart | [slow updates]

Chapter 5

"Shh... Shh... Shut, calm down. Now tell me where you are?" he asked me in a soothing voice.
This is why I love my brother so much. He could always find the best way to calm me down. To stop me when I go off rambling or over-reacting.

"H-home" I sniffed, wiping my eyes uselessly because they were soon replaced by a new one flowing out of my eyes.

"O...kay, don't worry. I'll be there in..."

Bell paused for a moment, clearly calculating the time.

"...Five, don't worry Bianca. She might have just gone to visit her friend." the last part Nick added making his tone light.
Still, I could read the worry deep in his voice. He knew that I wouldn't have jumped to this conclusion just for nothing.

I nodded my head in answer before remembering that he couldn't see me. Even by then, Nick had already hung up.

Alone once again, I stepped out of the claustrophobic house, to wait for Nick. I sat myself down on the top porch step and pulled my knee to my chest, wrapping my arms around my thigh and burying my face in my thighs.

I must have been there for the past five minutes but it felt way longer...

When I heard a car screech to a stop in front of my house. I wasn't really paying any attention to it though, Had I been paying attention, I'd have heard hurried footsteps, before the car came to a complete halfway. I did however, hear the car door slam shut. Nick yelling out my name startled me to look up.

Bitting my lips in worry (so I wouldn't burst out crying all over again..)

I scrambled to my feet. By then Nick and his friends, reached me. I couldn't even bring myself to care that Daniel was among them Or that he'd surely make fun of me for this once we get to school, he wasn't insensitive enough to make fun of me right now.

Truthfully, I was too busy to being worried about Aunt to care about that.

I quickly attached myself to Nick, wrapping my arms around his torso and burying my face in his chest.

"Come on Bianca, let's go inside and talk.." Nick told me softly, petting my mahogany brown hair.

He was trying to reassure me, but I could tell that he was worried but not really about Aunt.

I nodded my head into his chest and he pushed me away from him gently and led us inside. The guys followed silently. Upon entering the house all of us stopped dead on our tracks.

"Holy Shit!" One of Nick's friends swore.

"What the hell happened here?" another guy asked looking at our living room in shook.

I was too much in distress to bother to answer anyone's questions.

The reason they all swore was because the living room was up-side-down.

Cushions strewn across

The lamps knocked aside

The TV not in it's stand

A picture frame of Harry Styles broken into pieces...and that was my favourite photo, I admired in the whole house.

The bookshelf knocked down and broken, It's contents thrown and scattered all over the floor.

The couches moved, the coffee-table on the floor, the vase in splinters on the floor, the flowers all over the floor.

It was really a sad sight to see, and something my little brother, Justin could not have done this. That was just not his style.