MADDI PWNS ALL

Project Drama [Part 31]

Recap: “Like I’d ever want to talk to you ever again!”

Anabelle’s P.O.V

I opened my eyes looking around. I couldn’t think clearly. So many thoughts rushed to my head. I was in a horrible state of mind. I was defiantly in a sanitary place now. It was Newport Beach house, defiantly. My breath froze and I inhaled trying to hear the mischevious sounds.

“Anabelle,” A glowing velvet voice caught my ears. I looked down perhaps making that glowing voice leave away from my brain. Yes, just like expected – it did not even a 2.7 percent part of it. It was still as velvet as ever with a crystal edge. “You’ve finally awoken. You’ve been sleeping for a good fourteen hours already. I thought you were dead!”

I sighed for far too long looking at my left to see Joe the glowing voice of my nightmares standing tall yet short. My small voice spoke, “Am I ever going to get to go home, now?”

He smirked. “It all depends. Probably not, but I’m sure you’ve already guessed that.” He went near the big T.V that was in front of the king-sized bed I currently lay on. It was totally his house. Joe turned on the news chuckling every couple of seconds.

I tried to shut out his voice watching the news. “The kidnapping at Frank Vaness’s gigantic yacht party to San Diego wasn’t a safe ride for three high school students on September 28^th. It was brought to our attentions when Mischa Barton, Hayley Williams and Anabelle Hurley were missing. Newport News has brought some good news and some bad news. Hayley Williams got back to her house late yesterday afternoon with her clothes torn and black cole on her face and damp, muddy hair. We talk to the Williams’ family who just moved from Wisconsin to Newport Beach this year. Apparently Hayley was in a black dungeon barely having vision. She says she can’t remember where but she can defiantly remember how. Stay tuned.”

“Y-you let her go?” I mumbled shivering. He nodded his head wrapping blankets over me. “Yeah…” he looked away shamelessly.

“Back on Newport News,” the commercial stopped (it only being one minute). “The bad news of it all is that Mischa Barton was found this morning in her local alley way – deceased.  We don’t know how it all happened we just know that it did. How did it happen? Well, she’s been shot – four times.”

I backed up to the back of the bed looking at him with complete utter fright. He was going to kill me, for sure. Maybe he just wanted to torture me or something!

“No, I won’t kill you.” He looked down and then got up and turned off the T.V. “Quite frankly, I didn’t know Mischa was killed. Anabelle, it wasn’t me…I’ve never killed someone before.”

“Then what is all this?” I asked suddenly feeling a lot braver then I felt. “Kidnapping Mischa, Hayley and me? Is this all joke? Is somebody setting you up to this? Where you intoxicated? I just want to know what’s going on!” I demanded.

“My father,” he explained, “he’s…quite the father.” He said it all in a question like I was supposed to know by his six words. Luckily he continued, “Hayley’s mother used to date him, and as my dad is as rich as he is now is taking this so-called ‘revenge’ on people. If he ever caught he would be quickly assumed to something else nobody would even believe it’s him. Anyways, like I said Hayley’s mother used to date him and he cheated on her in high school…my dad has quite a good memory. So what better way to torture her then have her daughter get killed…but I saw you…and it was my fault that I let Hayley and you go. You were too dizzy and were dark for a long time I knew it would be easy to let the two of you go. I don’t know what happened to Mischa though. But I saw you fall when I was chasing after you because you defiantly knew it was me and I couldn’t let you know what happened.”

I grasped every piece of information carefully and when I tried to put it together my throat, head, gut and part on my body hurt so bad. I responded with the sound of me throwing up all that McDonalds. Joe went out of the room for awhile and came back with soap products spraying and cleaning everything I threw up on quickly before it could stain. When I threw up I made sure it went on the floor and the comfy blankets I’ve been sleeping on.

I began to feel drowsy from throwing up and eventually I fainted.

*

I awoke quickly later with Joe right beside me. I shifted my eyes toward the alarm clock on his dresser and it was 2: 17 PM late in the afternoon.

Joe smirked as usually and spoke in his velvet voice, “You fainted…then went to sleep for a long time.” He handed me a glass of water.

“Shouldn’t you be at school?” I questioned not knowing what else to say.

“No, I shouldn’t.” He answered. “It’s not like I’m going to let you sit here all day when your sleeping. ‘Because eventually you end up waking up and I never bother to lock the doors and windows.”

Bella’s P.O.V

I knocked on the door quickly taping my feet loudly hoping Alice would hear me. I could hear loud music coming from Mikey’s bedroom, Beth’s bedroom and I was assuming Gerard wasn’t here but she’d eventually realize I was in there with him which annoyed me.

I could hear even louder Distillers in Alice’s room but finally I just opened the door widely and there was Alice crying in her bed shaking all over in her under garments. The computer chair was knocked over and her huge C-D collection was lying all over the floor her clothes were shuffled out of her walk-in closet. Sum it in a couple of words: her room was a disaster.

“Uh, Alice, baby?” I asked coincidently bringing my clean wipes for her written-on walls with most likely washable markers. “Holy shit. What happened, bb? You’re room it’s…destroyed. Wait. You wrote on the walls,” I looked around. I went up closer to them reading all of the writings most of them were lyrics and…oh my gosh.

Zac, why is it always Hayley?
C’mon I’m better then Hayley.
WHY WOULD YOU EVEN PUSH ME IN THE POOl!?

“We keep fighting! We never fight!” She finally talked. I went to her computer turning off the metal and thrash music. Then I went and sat beside her on her bed clutching and petting her blonde locks.

“What happened, Alice? Please tell me. Can I at least look at you?” She slowly put up her head. I cradeled it in my hands she looked awful. Alice rarely used make-up just thin eyeliner and that was about it. But it looked like she put on loads of mascara, thick eyeliner all over her eye, red lipstick and smashed tomatoes and potatoes all over her face. “What’s with all the make-up? Why are you crying?” All of the make-up was of course smeared by her heavy raindrops.

She exclaimed what happened with her and Zac well I sat there feeling bad for her poor bedroom and quite pissed because Zac was the inspiration for this so-called, ‘masterpiece.’ “I’ll be right back, bb.” Alice just continued to cry and went out of her room making my way across the hallway to Mikey’s her brother. I tapped on the door hardly.

I could hear footsteps coming quickly he opened the door and spoke in an annoyed voice, “WHAT DID I SAY GEE?! DON’T BUG ME! I’M WORKING ON MY COLLEGE APPLICATION!” I giggled and that’s all it took before he got up and apologized in stuttered sentences.

“It’s ok Mikey,” I giggled again reassuringly. “I need help,” I asked pleadingly. His eyebrows curved incredulously. “With Alice…her and Zac had a horrible fight about Hayley and stuff. We need to cheer her up. I’d ask Gerard but he’s probably out or something. I never saw him when I came over and I could hear your blaring music…”

“O-oh y-yeah,” he shivered. “I’m sorry about the music…”

“No,” I laughed, “I meant that in a good way. I like your music. I just wondered if you’d help because you are her older brother. But if you have to continue with that college application then I quite understand.”

He nodded his head an optimistic smile spreading out on his peach face reconnecting with his white-black-rimmed glasses. “Yes, I’ll help Bella.” I smiled giving him a small awkward hug.

*

“C’mon Alice! Cleaning always makes me forget about things. We’ll blare pop music, everything will be alright. Mikey turn on those C-Ds I got.” He flipped through the old pop bands and eventually went to the more embarrassing ones. He went from Aqua, New Kids on the Block, Nsync and eventually got to Sixpence None The Richer and Imogean Heap. We decided to play a mix of Ashlee Simpson’s L.O.V.E and Boyfriend. But we ended up listening to Britney Spears for most of the time.

Mikey and I made Alice do most of the cleaning. She dusted the hard-to-reach-areas in the kitchen with this swiffer Mikey had to go buy because it’s the ONLY thing Alice would use since her and Zac used to watch the commercials. This seemed like a bad break-up situation…but worst. Mikey and I vaccumed and dusted the living room. Alice pretty much did everything else including the dishes which Alice hated doing no matter what.

Sara came home later kicking us out and giving us money to go to the movies or do something ‘constructive’ that Alice and Mikey’s parents would approve of. We ended up going to the small replay-cinema theatre and saw ‘Forgetting Sarah-Marshell’. But when we entered the theatre we ran into the last possible person in the world Alice would want to see. Zac.

“I’m uh going to get popcorn!” Mikey spoke with an unsteady voice.

“Same here, I need some maynards,” I agreed running away from Zac and Alice as we could hear them yell in the empty theatre. Silently, we went into the line both getting reeses pieces instead of what we were originally supposed to get.

I shook rolling my eyes telling Mikey, “I don’t want to go back in the theatre!” He nodded his head agreeing solemnly.

“How about we just leave?” He suggested. I nodded my head this time in agreement. They probably wouldn’t even notice us anyway, we thought about going to the arcade but that didn’t happen. We just left to Beth’s house where Mikey, Alice and Gerard were currently residing in. It was weird because Mikey and I hung out, for the first time. I was supposed to go a various concert with him. But all thanks to Alice that didn’t happen.

“So which college were you applying to?” I curiously asked, remembering yelling at him and laughed at the though. He looked down on the floor of his bedroom and their sat tons of notes scattered around.

“Well, at that particular moment I was applying to University of Pennsylvania. But I also applied at all the other ivy leagues. But I’ve token a special interest in Pennsylvania and Brown.” He answered rubbing his thigh.

My eyes widened. “Pennsylvania and Rhode Island? You’ll be all the way in Providence and Philadelphia!” I unsteadied for a second. My breathing went even. “That’s just quite far,” I calmed down continuing, “away from Newport.  What do you want to get a degree in?”

He chuckled unsteadily. “Well, I was just – my parents want me to go to an ivy league. I want to go to Academy of Art. To create uh something…” he trailed off embarrassingly.

I exhaled my breath with a sign of relief. I lacked posture when I was around Mikey and I gained a liking to him when I was here before with the ‘popular kids’ playing spin the bottle. “To create what?” I asked skeptically.

“Comic books,” he scratched his neck. I smiled. He caught my gaze and grinned.

“That’s what I really want to do but my parents would like something else – anything else. They suggest getting some kind of degree in writing and then get a major in English Literature. I just want to write and draw graphic novels or comic books. But,” he looked down not sure to say what he was going to say or not – I could see it on his pale face, “nevermind.”

I placed my finger below his chin moving his head up to look in my eyes, “Tell me,” I spoke in an alluring voice, making sure I wasn’t being demanding.

When I removed my finger he dropped his head but replied in a quiet tone, “But I’m also taking an interest in being a – musician,” he said it in a shamefull way but I didn’t say any way how it should be. “A bass player, actually. I’m in my friend Frankie’s band. But the problem is we don’t have a lead singer and kind find one.”

My face turned to awe. “A musician?” I spoke amazed. “Lead singers are always the hardest to find. Find people who are willing to do drums or guitar they most likely are better at vocals. Like your brother, even maybe? Can’t he play guitar? I bet you he’s better at singing.”

Mikey laughed really hard. My face turned up at him my eyes cold. He stopped abruptly looking in them. “I don’t think Gerard has any hidden talent like I don’t know, vocals?” He did a small laugh but stopped quickly before I gave him another hard, stone look.

I rolled my eyes and sighed. “I have to go,” I said immediately not explaining why just getting up off of his double bed (unusually small for somebody who lives in Newport) and went to the door not bothering to wait for a good-bye.

But there was a sudden firm grip on my wrist. Mikey stopped me and I could hear his low whisper behind me. “I’ll give it a try,” he promised.