Alli had been stolen, yet again, by Mike (her father). She was taken away from the only person she'd ever loved. Liam. What will him, and the other guys, do to get her back? How much are they willing to risk to save her? Sequel to Stolen


28. Bullies

* Charlotte's POV

     I stayed up all night waiting for a reply. I munched on oreos and had about seven coke's. I played around on my laptop most of the time because I was bored of reading. By 4 am I had dark bags under my eyes and I was yawning every ten seconds. She must've fallen asleep on the plane I thought to myself. Well this was an all-nighter wasted.

     I closed my tabs and shut the computer down. I threw a sweatshirt on over my tank top and PJ shorts and slipped on a pair of fuzzy pink slippers.

     I grabbed the empty package of oreos and the cans of coke and made my way downstairs. I walked into the kitchen and practically had a heart-attack. Piper was sitting on one of the barstools with her head in her hands. She looked up alarmed as I dropped eveything I was holding to the ground with a clang.

     I kneeled down and started to pick my mess up. Piper slid off the chair and helped me. I noticed her eyes were red and puffy and her cheeks were stained with tears. Throwing what I had just picked up to the ground again, I pulled her into a hug. She let out a huge sob into my shoulder and I stood up akwardly, still hugging her, and brought her up with me.

     I led her to the couch and I sat down and she collasped on top of me. I sure wasn't exhausted anymore. Stroking Piper's hair, I let her lay her head on my shoulder.

     "Shhhh, it's okay. It's going to be okay," I said soothingly.

     "No it's not, it won't ever be," she mumbles and bursts into a fresh round of tears.

     "Piper, quite crying and tell me what's wrong," I say sternly, grabbing her shoulders and forcing her to face me.

     She rubs her eyes furiously and hiccups. I try to stifle a giggle but it doesn't work. Ever since we were kids, Piper would hiccup after she stopped crying and it wasn't just a tiny litte hiccup, it was like a earth-shattering hiccup. Soon, Piper and I were rolling on the floor, clutching our stomachs in failed attempts to stop laughing. We would calm down, but then she would hiccup again and the cycle would just start over.

     Eventually she stopped hiccuping and we settled down and sat on the couch like civilized people. We were grinning hysterically, but I got really serious.

     "Piper, what's wrong?" I ask sympathetically.

     She sighed and a fresh tear slipped down my face. It hung on the end of her cheek, glistening from the moonlight streaming  through the window. It dropped to her knee with a little splash. My heart split in half looking at my sister. I hated seeing her hurt, we were so close.

     "It's school. Kids are just, bullying me," she mumbled out immediatley putting her face in her hands ashamed.

     "Oh Piper, why didn't you tell me about this? You need to tell an adult. Talk to your teacher. What about Bailey?" I asked concerned.

     "Bailey sticks up for me, but other kids still torment me," she trailed off.

     Bailey had been Piper's best friend since they were born, much like me and Alli. It was always Piper, Bailey, and Brooke, but Brooke moved in the fifth grade and Piper and Bailey got super close.

     "You need to tell an adult," I said.

     She nodded and hugged me. I hugged her back and stood up.

     "I'll tell my teacher tomorrow, thanks for the help," Piper chirped in a happier mood and skipped off to bed.

     I groaned and went to clean up the mess I had made before. I threw away the cans of coke and empty package of oreos. I sweeped up the crumbs that had spilled and admired my handiwork.

     I shuffled back up to bed and crawled under the covers, slipping into a peacful dream where Alli hadn't moved away and we were still best friends.

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