Malia shot up in her bed as the phone rang the next morning. She grabbed the phone off the hook, "What? I don't have to be up till 8 and it's 6 now."
"Malia, get up and showered now, somethings happened."
"Who? What happened?"
"Someone broke into your dressing room last night and it's totally trashed."
Malia's eyes widened as she pulled on clothes, "What?! Are you serious???"
"Yeah..we need you to come down here and make sure nothing is missing. I can't remember what you have or don't have down here."
"Ummm..okay, I'm dressed..I'll catch a cab down there."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa Lia. Don't catch a cab, get one of the other security to take you."
She sighed, "Fine..I'll be there as soon as I can."
"Okay."
She hung up and grabbed her messenger bag off the chair and slung it over her shoulders. Stopping to throw her hair up in a ponytail, she grabbed her hotel room key and went out. "I don't have time to look for a damn security guard.," She muttered as she looked throughout the hallway, seeing nobody.
She made her way downstairs and out front of the hotel to catch a cab. She'd have hell to pay with Jeff, but that was okay.
Once at the venue, she paid the cabbie, and ran inside. Jeff was standing in front of her dressing room to make sure nobody got inside. "There you are..where's security?"
"I took a cab..AND before you YELL at me; I couldn't find anybody. Now can I go inside and see if my stuff is still in tact?"
He let her pass and followed inside, closing the door. The pictures and paintings on the wall were broken and strewn all about. The couch was sliced in numerous parts, the cushions thrown all around. The wallpaper had even been stripped down on some parts of the wall, holes covered the walls in numerous spots. Malia stood in the middle of it all, trying to comprehend what happened.
Her clothes she had left behind were lying around, torn to bits and peices. Two pairs of shoes she had left behind the day before were ruined. She walked into the bathroom where everything was either torn down or broken. Some of her make-up and perfumes were broken all over the place. Malia turned to Jeff, "What did I do to deserve this?"
"Malia.."
"No..I'm serious. No one else's dressing room was harmed, right?"
Jeff nodded, "Right..it was just yours."
She sighed, "Everything's ruined."
"I know..the owner of the building isn't too happy either..they estimated over $1000 dollars worth of damage in the main room."
Her eyes closed as she felt a headache forming, "I..have to pay don't I?"
"Apparently.."
Anger finally came over her and she pushed Jeff out of the way before he had a chance to think about it. "Damnit..Where is HE??"
"Who Malia?"
She swung open the door and went into the main hallway. Everyone looked up as she stormed out, "Where the hell is Bryan?!?"
"I'm right here Malia.," He said from the doorway of the main entrance.
She turned around, spitting daggers into him, "You!"
"What?"
"You broke into MY dressing room and ripped everything to shreds!! YOU are going to make sure that I pay for everything, aren't you? YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE SURE MY LIFE THESE NEXT FIVE MONTHS ARE A LIVING HELL!!!!!"
"What are you talking about Malia? This is absurd, I didn't break into your dressing room, why would I do that?"
Jeff caught her before she lunged at Bryan, about to beat the crap out of him. Jeff pulled her back to a room that was closest to him, "Malia! STOP!"
"LET....ME.... GO!!! THIS ISN'T FAIR! LET ME BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF HIM!! JEFF!! LET ME GO!"
Jeff shut the door with his foot and dropped her on the floor. She opened her mouth to say something but was in shock so nothing came out. She got up and tried to get past him, Jeff grabbed her once again and dragged her towards the bathroom. Once inside there, he dropped her in the shower and turned it on full blast. She let out a peircing scream as the cold water hit her and soaked her. "JEEEEEEFFFF!!! AHHHHHHH!!!"
"Cool off Lia, that was the worst thing you could of done right then."
"She just blew up at him..if Jeff hadn't of grabbed her I'm sure she would of kicked some ass."
"I wonder who did it though."
"Yeah..nobody knows."
"You mean, nobody saw anything? We were all here around the time they think it happened?"
"Yeah, nobody saw."
The dancers were all waiting for Swoop to show up so they could rehearse the opening of the show. Malia's rehearsal had been canceled; for good reason. Everyone was talking about what had happened; most had seen it happen right in front of them.
Jenna was especially worried; Malia was her friend; and one of her friends had been victimized. She thought Bryan had done it, as had Malia, at first. Bryan had an alibi though, and a good one. He had been at a restaurant with the BSB manager and some of the personnel. Everyone could account for his whereabouts. Someone also stuck out in Jenna's mind though: Jason. He was weird. He kind of had the attitude that he was better than everyone else. He acted like he was the best dancer to ever come on a tour before. But he was young; therefore he was naive. And he had disappeared from rehearsal a few minutes early yesterday, after Malia had left with Nick. She was going to have to talk to Malia later..definitely.
Malia had locked herself in the bathroom after Jeff had left and begun to cry embarrassed tears. She shouldn't of gone off like that..she KNEW she shouldn't of! But things were all running in together and it all came to a head. And the tour hadn't even started yet.
"Lia...."
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