cabine for the Summer
Chapter Ten: Chelsea & Others
(I know this isn’t supposed to be Chelsea’s chapter, but since Chelsea and James broke up something is going to happen!)
By: moolah

    “I can’t do this anymore!” I screamed in his face, tears running down my face. “Stop yelling at me!” He yelled, a fist at his side. “It’s not helping anything!” Tori walked downstairs in her PJ’s and her eyes looking heavy. All the lights downstairs were on and Beth and David were trying to sleep, but I didn’t care. James had come back to the cabine drunk again with hickey marks. “Guys, it’s…” She paused looking over at the clock. “2 o’ clock in the morning. Go to bed!” “I can’t if he’s going to sneak off again and go to the bar.” “Look, Chels, come with me, I’ll get toi some soup, since your sick, and…” she looked at her phone, and started typing a number. “Babe, I need toi to come down, grab Sam, please.” She smiled. “Love toi too.” Sam and Laken came down the stairs, in their boxers, while Tori and I walked up the steps, She leaned in to give Laken a kiss. “Thanks baby.” “What do toi need us to do?” he asked s’embrasser her back. “Get James back on his rocker, please.” I was crying harder now. “I don’t want to deal with it, I don’t want it anymore.” I whispered, trying to deny the fact that I just a dit that. “She’s sick.” I heard Tori whisper, looking scared. We walked all the way up to the upstairs kitchen, and she sat me down on the couch. She turned on Nick @ Nite, where George Lopez was WHAPPAING his son. “Do toi want Ella to come?” she asked, mixing the ‘Cup O’ Soup’ in the mug with a chiot on it. I shrugged, curling up into a ball. I heard a scream erupt from downstairs. “DUDE!!” Laken yelled. Tori sighed and grabbed her phone, dialing another number. Probably, Ella’s. “Ella, please come to the upstairs kitchen.” she paused. “I need your help with, Chels.” I was like a toy that was broken. Nobody could fix me. “K, thanks, El!”

The suivant morning…
    “Chelsea, wake up!” I heard a voice ring out. I was drowsy, but opened my eyes, to see Tori and Naomi standing in front of me. Laken was standing behind in his Spongebob Squarepants boxers, scratching his head, and pouring lait over his Lucky Charms. “Laken, tell her to wake up!” Tori said. “Wake up, Chels.” He a dit groggily. “I’m awake.” I groan, waiting for everyone to shut up. “Good, come on, we’re going to get mani-pedis with Ella.” Naomi says, grinning at herself, and looking at her nails. “I have to get dressed.” I say feeling the pain of my back, as I sit up. The canapé was not the most comfortable place to fall asleep. Tori grins, pulling out skinny jeans that are a shocking color of blue and then an orange t-shirt with a blue flamant, flamant rose on it. She threw them at me with a happy look on her face. “Hurry up, sleeping beauty.” She a dit and snickered walking out of the room with Naomi with her. Laken walked out with his Lucky Charms and a cup of coffee. He looked like a sleepy brainwashed zombie and left without a word. I sighed shoving the pants over my legs and pulling the chemise over my long blonde hair that looked like a rat’s nest. I went over to me and James’ room where there were bags strewn across the floor. I cringed, and grabbed my brush and brushed my hair out. Whenever I was finished, I added eyeliner then lip liner, and walked downstairs. James was sitting on the couch. The TV was turned on, but he wasn’t watching it. He was making out with a girl. She had black hair, and was wearing a tank top. A orange one with the name “James’ girl” on the back. My tank top. I screamed. James pushed the girl away and looked at me. “I HATE YOU!” I spat, crying hysterically. “Chelsea!” He yelled. It was too late. I ran into the kitchen, grabbed a knife, and sliced, hard. I let the blood run out fast, until I finally fainted.

In the hospital (Tori’s P.O.V)…
    Laken held me against his chest, tightly, as I whimpered. She’d cut herself. She’d always been the goofy one who didn’t care what people thought ou said. It was what the people she loved did that would cause her to do something this drastic. It was James. I cried harder, as I leaned farther into Laken’s chest. He put his hand in my hair, stroking it. But nothing could make me feel better. “Shh…” he whispered. “Sweetie.” I sighed, pulling away from him, leaning up to Kiss him. He kissed my lips with full passion, and love. I let a few other tears fall, until I was exhausted. I wanted to go back in time, to whenever James was faithful, and Chelsea was in absolute l’amour with him. I plopped down on the floor. Laken, sighed, trying to pull me up. I whined. I wanted to go back to the cabin, and get in lit with Laken, and sleep for 2 days. I wanted this to be over. Tyler walked over. “She ok, Lake?” He asked, with a coffee. “She’s tired.” He offered his best friend. Tyler was like my older brother. We were the love-you-like-a-brother and hate-you-like-a-sister relationship. “Do toi want me to take her and Naomi home?” He asked. Laken said, “I’ll come with you.” Tyler smiled, grabbed Naomi’s hand. She was tired too. She hadn’t been crying but she’d been staring at the screen, until she slipped a few tears. Laken picked me up on his back. “Ella, we’ll be back in about 2 hours.” Ella nodded, looking up from the tissue on her lap. She was stretched on the couch, listening to the iPod that the nurse had donné her to listen too while we waited. “K, then when toi come back, could me, Beth, David, and Zack go home? I’m bored here, waiting for the doctor to tell us the n-” Suddenly Dr. Haffen walked out with a chart. “People here for Chelsea?” he asked. I sighed. “Us.” I pointed to all of us, except James who was on the floor, trying to paper cut his lip. “I have some news for you.” He a dit looking at us seriously. Crap…I’m gonna hafta kill James…she’s dead! “She’s DEAD?!?” Beth screamed.

Comments…famsies.
CLIFFY HANGY HANGER!!
EEK…ready for the suivant chapter yet? I AM!!!
What do toi think is wrong with her? Is she dead?