"I'm sorry I've been ignoring you. But I just needed a day to let everything sink in." "It's ok, just don't shut me out and don't you ever, ever try to hurt yourself like you did last night." "I won't, don't ever leave me." He walked over to me and he put his arms around my neck and I wrapped my arms around his waist. "I won't... I promise I won't." He kissed the top of my head.
There was a knock at the door. "I'll get it." He said and I walked back to the room. "Briana." "Charles..." He walked in the room with almost all the girls from VS. "I don't want you guys to see me like this." "Bri, we came to see if you were alright. Lets put business aside, and were here as your friends." Charles said. I turned and faced them. They all looked like they were about to cry. "How could someone hurt you like this? How are you feeling?" Miranda said.
"I'm hanging in there." "Well we brought you some things." They handed me flowers and all my favorite candies and chocolates. "Thank you so much." "Even though we all just met a couple months ago we feel really close to you. You're apart of this family and we'd do anything to see you happy." Adriana said. "Thanks guys, that really means a lot to me. "Well we got to get back to work, but we'll see you really soon." Charles said. "We love you so much Bri." Miranda said. "I love you guys too." They all gave me hugs.
"I'll meet you girls in the car." Charles said. "Bye Bri." They all said. "Bye." They walked out the room. "I really want to break down in tears right now. I can't believe that bastard hurt you. But I knew something wasn't right, every time he would come to see you, you always seemed to get so tense and nervous. I wish you would've said something to me." "I know, I'm sorry... I just didn't want to bring drama to work. I'm sorry." "Don't be sorry. I know this is a rough time for you so take as much time as you need off,"
"What about the fashion show?" "You don't worry about that, just get better and don't worry about your paychecks you'll still get paid for being out." "Charles... I can't thank you enough. You're so sweet to me and I don't understand why." "Well Bri when you stepped into my office I knew you were someone special and I couldn't let you go and have some other modeling agency have you. But honestly your heart is made of pure gold, you're so down to earth and you're the sweetest person ever,"
"You just get better and you come back when you're ready to come back, okay." "Okay, thank you so much." We gave each other a hug. "Don't thank me, I will see you really soon." "Ok, bye Charles." He walked out the room. That was so sweet that they all came to check on me. I walked out the bedroom and my mom, my grandparents, Madison, and my brothers were standing there. I rushed back into the bedroom and I locked the door.
"Bri please we want to see you." "No! Go away!" I don't want them to see me like this. "We're not leaving until you up the door!" Brandon yelled. "Don't yell at her." My mom said. "Bri please we are worried sick about you." "Police were called earlier yesterday to Briana's home here in New York City a neighbor said he seen a lamp come flying out the window and he had seen Briana stick her head out the window and she had looked frightened.
We don't know how she's doing but from pictures we have seen she does not look okay. But we do know that she is with her on again, off again boyfriend Justin Bieber. We hope she's okay because this is very sad what happened to her and we are just now getting word in, that Scott has been bailed out and he's on the streets again but his court date is next week. I hope Briana stays far away from him as possible." I heard the tv in the living room.
I started crying, I can't believe he's out. "Brandon! Kyle!" My mom yelled. "Don't stop us! We're finding this fucking kid! He hurt our baby sister! Like I said before, I don't give a fuck who you are if you lay your hands on my sister I will fucking kill you!" Brandon yelled. I heard the door slam. I unlocked the door. I hugged my mom and I pulled my mammaw and pawpaw over to give them a hug as well. All three of them were crying. "Look at your face." My mom could hardly get the words out. "I can't have my brothers go to prison because of me."
