I watched from a distance as Adrian was comfortable in his position while I suffered from exhaustion. It should be me being given a piggyback ride. In all fairness, he is the one who might need medical attention not me. Probably, the reason his brother chose to carry him while the rest of us walked. I was losing the few pounds I didn't even have enough of.
We were on our way to a hospital for Adrian. Somehow, it felt like the nearest one was miles and miles and miles away. It was forever to get there. We walked past a lot of junkyards, which I was told wasn't originally a junkyard. Sadly, it had been reduced to pieces of metal, scraps of steel, bits of wood.
“ Aren't we there yet?” I asked wearily, pausing in my tracks.
“ Nope we'll get there soon”
“ You said that about 30 minutes ago” I reminded Aghan, crossing my arms. Surely our definitions of soon must be extremely diffe
“ WHO ARE YOU?” Balmoh demanded, shouting on top of his lungs.“ Calm down Balmoh. I mean no harm, see?” The person raised both hands above his head.“ You even know my name. Who sent you? You can't kill me, stay away from me!” Picking up some stones, he attempted to throw them.“ Don't harm me”“ Come any closer and I'll be forced to kill you. I have a knife and I'm not afraid to use it” Intending to show his seriousness, he pulled out a pocket knife from his back pocket. Pointing the blades to the supposed threat.Just as he was about to plunge forward, I walked in on his crazy idea of defense.“ What do you think you are trying to do Balmoh? Are you crazy? Put that down this Instant!” I commanded, crossing my arms in exasperation. Can't anything be normal around here? Now it's an eight-year-old wielding a knife, threatening to kill someone. An absolute str
“ I think there's some flour at the back. Can you go check the storage room?” Adrian asked of Balmoh.“ Sure, there's a key there right?” He nodded answering himself, heading to do as his brother had requested.“ So, who owns this bakery?” I muttered my question aloud. I woke up earlier than I usually did, thanks to Dera's shrieks of excitement. Dragging me along with them, we came to a locked bakery. They had the keys and got in without any problems. When I tried asking what we were doing here, Aghan responded rather cryptically. For all I know, our presence here involved what our donations towards the food bank will be. Nothing more, nothing less. How helpful.“ It belonged to our parents and now we own it,” Dera answered cheerfully, still excited.Meanwhile, I was rooted to the spot, frozen in shock. This was the first time I heard any of them talk about their parents. I was starting to think they didn't
“ Good morning honey,” My mum said, wrapping her arm around Dad's torso. She buried her head in the crook of his neck, giggling.“ Child under eighteen here” I reminded them, burying my head in my bowl of cereal. Sometimes they seem to forget to keep it PG18 around me. Not minding my comment, Dad turned around, to quickly peck her lips before getting back to flipping his precious pancakes. Today Dad woke up super early to make breakfast for the entire household. I was greeted with the lovely smell of pancakes and bacon along with my Dad dancing in the kitchen with an apron tied around his manly waist. He is currently in the lead for making the best pancakes in the family. Which was why I loved wiping the cocky smirk off his face by turning down pancakes in place of cereal. Daddy and his awesomeness replaced his pout with a satisfied grin knowing the little ones would devour it very soon.“ You're not taking pancakes?” Mom arched her eyebrows, sitting across
"Calm down and stop getting your nerves all twisted” I teased my friend as I hopped into the car, slamming the door a liitle too loudly behind me.“Whoa whoa, be careful. Are you trying to break the door or something? Do you even know how much it costs to get a car these days? It's no wonder you weren't able to keep yours,” she said as she flipped me off, starting the engine. Stacey is literally in love with her car and gets all “Mama bear” when she thinks that you might damage it.I rolled my eyes and scoffed. “Breaking the door would be an improvement. I mean, look at it! It already gives off that ‘ I'm struggling to live, handle me wth care vibes’. Plus, I lost my car because mother nature is out to get me! IT WASN'T EVEN MY FAULT IT GOT TOTALED! ” I said, whisper-yelling the last part for emphasis.She snickered in response and whistled away while I sat beside her, grimacing at the thought of how my
“ I can't believe I got detention for standing up to that bitch. Since when did standing up for myself become a problem?” I muttered to myself, playing with the hem of my shirt. So our principal thought it would be nice if I stayed back to serve my time { in detention of course} for emptying a cup of yogurt on Melissa's head. Do I feel bad? Nope. She deserved it for speaking to me ever so rudely. Plus she had it coming anyway, I've always wanted to get back at her for stealing my pencil when we were five. Nanna gifted me that pencil and she stole it from me. Sadly, I'm not that stupid. She wanted to get back at me for standing up to her when she bullied a transferred student last week. Melissa thought it would be a bright idea if she treated the girl badly because of her beautiful ebony skin. Discrimination is an absolute no and I won't let a girl suffer because of her skin color. Defending that girl meant walking with a target at my back. So when she had the opportunity
Sirens blared loudly outside the building I was held captives. The two jerks moved over to the window to discuss their current situation, leaving me to think. I noticed the trail of cigarette butts, leading from the door over to the window. Empty bottles of beer were piled up at one corner of the room. No wonder it reeked in here. Filthy pigs! A little harsh? Of course! It wasn't like I was to give hugs and kisses after they released me. Holding a 16-year-old girl just to steal kisses and carress her face. One of this fucking beer-drinking bastards had his tongue in my mouth. My first kiss! Blinking rapidly, I prevented the tears that welled up in my eyes threatening to fall. That's exactly what they wanted from me, to hurt me and break my spirit. The room was empty, aside from me tied up to the chair by the door and the two morons. Why they kidnapped me, I had no idea. Perhaps they were someone my parents had offended, but why kidnap me just to get back at them. I doubted they want
“Where am I?” I asked in a hoarse voice as I rubbed my eyes, the way my brother Noël did whenever he was sleepy. Trying to get up on my feet I asked again, irritated that I wasn't getting an answer.“ RUN!” Someone bursted in, trying to catch his breath.“ RUN!” he repeated and left as quickly as he had come.His words triggered emotions and everyone dispersed. Not having time to think anything through, I followed suit. A stab of pain, from my lower abdomen, caused me to falter in my steps. Nobody seemed to care, so I held on to my side and used up the strength in me. It seemed like we were on our heels for hours, passing through turns and corners as swiftly as possible. My weak self, was behind the rest of the crew, trying to catch up to them. This is ridiculous, running with some bunch of strangers. Away from or towards heavens knows what. Where am I? What I am doing here? Why does my body hurt so much? And what the hell are we running from? I
“ Didn't I tell you to stay in the tent?” An angry voice yelled, as his figure hollered over me.“ Leave me alone mom, the bed is hard” I muttered sleepily. The bed or rather the floor was really hard and uncomfortable.“ I'm not your mother you idiot!” He shouted.“ Ahhh” I panicked and landed a kick in the middle of his legs. I stood up immediately, trying to figure out who the person was. It was the jerk from yesterday, I guess I'm not only a sack of potatoes.“ Ouch” He jumped, greatly pissed at my actions. Okay, so I panicked. I thought a strange guy was in my bedroom. They weren't any bedroom because I cried myself to sleep last night. Heavens knows how he managed to find me under my tree of depression. I quickly apologized. It was really my intention to.... hurt him. “ What was that for? Are you out to commit murder?” He asked as he groaned in pain, ho