My tracks stopped by the jeans. I stood there skimming through the jeans and not aware of the world around me. Hannah had walked right past me and I was still scanning through the various selections. Hannah had walked right past me and I was still lost in my gaze. "Jana!" Hannah called out. I roes my head like a wild hare. Hannah was nowhere in sight. I kept my eyes to the ground and listened for her voice as she continued to call out for me. The voice got closer and I crashed into a blonde figure. "There you are, Hannah." I said looking up. What I came across was definitely not Hannah. The girl quickly unscrambled and fixed her hair. She seemed to be in tears and was trying to wipe them away."Ashley." I said, "What's wrong?" Her eyes stung back at me and I knew she didn't want to see me at a time like this. Soon enough Hannah joined us panting.
"I looked everywhere for you Ja-" She started to say but looked at Ashley confused. "Who's your friend?" Ashley shook her head.
"We're not friends." She shot. She reached in her bag for a Kleenex and cleaned off her dripping mascara and made another attempt at straightening herself out. She then reached in her bag again and brought out a cell phone and handed it to me. It was Niall's phone. Then she quickly ran away from us, stumbling.
"What's up with that chick?" Asked Hannah.
"I really don't know." I said looking down at the phone. "Well now I've got Niall's phone." Hannah took the phone in her hands.
"Since I'm leaving anyways," Explained Hannah. "Maybe I could make an arrangement and meet up with the boys. I'll give it to him then." I nodded my head.
Later that afternoon, Hannah got all packed. "Bye Jana" She said as we hugged. "Stay safe Hun." The taxi arrived. "Hey, since you don't have a ride either, you can come with me and ill drop you off at home."
Once the cab stopped at the door of my house I was motionless. I finally got out of the taxi slowly. "Bye." I whispered to Hannah.
As the car drove off I swallowed.
I came home to an absolute pleasure...not.
I walked through the door only to find George lying on the couch, he looked dazed. I put down my shopping bags by the door and slowly tiptoed around the couch avoiding contact of any sort. But I was stopped by a packet. I turned to the side table beside the couch and leaned my head down closer to recognize the packet. Drugs. They were Drugs, a lot of drugs. I knew George was like that. I furiously kicked the side table making it fall over, the glass shattering. I quickly jumped back not wanting to get stabbed. Everything was scattered on the ground. The last time I found George's drug stash in the bathroom it hadn't angered me as much as I was boiling right now.
I wasn't the only one angry. George woke up from his drowsiness and was now on both hind legs. He raised a hand, but suddenly stopped. He put his hand down and started looking at me as if he had just noticed I was there.
"Janette..." He whispered, "I was worried sick." At first I found myself believing him then quickly snapped out of it.
"Shut up!" I screamed, "Shut up! Shut up! Just shut up and leave me alone!" I raced for the stairs as tears dangerously flew down my face.
"What in the world." I heard George mutter before he dashed up behind me. Once I reached my room door, I clumsily fought with the door knob and fell in my room. I kicked the door to make it close but it soon flung open. The worried look on George's face got replaced in seconds. He reached for my hand and made me stand not caring for the least of my pain. "What is your problem? Grow the hell up." He raged, "If Dana was here I'm sure you wouldn't even dared to talk to me like that!" If Dana was here? Was he gone mad?
"What my problem is? Goddammit, Dana would be here if it wasn't for you!" I yelled showing all the anger I held. I tore my arm from his grip. George huffed deeply before slamming me back. I stumbled to keep my balance. Instead of hitting me like I was expecting, he once again hesitated. He took another deep breath before sprinting out of the room and slamming the door behind him. I slowly creeped to the door and cautiously opened it slightly. I peered out in the hall and noticed George was now locked in his room. I shut it and turned my back face the door. I leaned back and rubbed my temples. George was so confusing. One moment he was worried the next he wants to hurt me. I yelled my mom's name back in the scene, but I couldn't even think about her now without feeling a great deal of pain. I slid down the door the ground and buried my face in my arms and cried. I wanted Liam, Niall and the boys right now, I needed Zayn. I felt so alone.