Breaking The Game [Book #1]

Chapter 25

Allie

"Hide in here." North said. Her voice echoes.

I'm dreaming. This is the memory that broke me psychically and mentally for a few minutes.

"What if they find me? I don't wanna get you in trouble." I said quietly.

"Allie they won't!" North whispered sharply.

North pushes me into what looks like a small closet. There's nothing inside of it. My head snaps around the tiny four walled room. A light bulb hangs from the ceiling. The walls are stained with god knows what. It doesn't even look safe to breathe in here.

I hear chattering and footsteps. I look down and see that my sneakers have holes in them. My jeans are dark brown and baggy. My sense of style back then manages to give me separate nightmares. I stretch my arms out to see this long sleeved burgundy shirt is ripped in several places. Seriously, what the hell was wrong with me a few years ago?

I don't know how much time has passed. Everything feels extended. Dream time is no time I want to be stuck in.

"They're gone!" North yelled.

The closet door opens. North's hair is in a bun and she looks like she's gained some more pigment in her skin. She has on a dark blue pencil skirt that stops before the start of her knees. Her button down white shirt is tucked in her skirt. She almost looks professional, but as always she looks great.

"Well that was terrifying." I mumbled.

"God don't you just hate parents?" She asked.

I shrugged. "Yeah."

"C'mon let's go to my room." She said walking off to the right.

I step outside the closet and follow her down her short hallway. The walls are bland and a little dirty. I see now that North and I had a lot in common. I still remember how dirty and uneasy my old house was. The floor is made of designed tiles that are dingy and faded. North is barefooted.

Her bedroom door has a large diamond sign on it that's yellow. It reads 'Keep out.' The door is looks old. Some paint is chipped off of it. I've obviously been here before - maybe not. I can't give myself a straight answer, but I don't seem surprised.

We walk into her room. She has a large window covered by white blinds. Her bed is just a single mattress sitting on the floor with twisted bed sheets and a single white pillow. Piles of clothes surround the bed. Her room is large and filled with a lot of empty space.

North sits down on her bed. She crosses her legs and leans back on her elbows. Her eyes watch my every movement. I slide my hands in my pockets and shrug.

"Where's your journal?" She asked.

"I left it at home." I said softly.

She scoffed. "You left your journal at home? Are you crazy?"

"I put it in a safe place." I said quickly. "I just didn't feel like carrying it around today."

"Are you growing out of writing in the journal?" She asked.

I shrugged. "I'm growing out of a lot things. Writing is beginning to get a little old."

She gasped with sarcasm. "Don't tell me you're growing out of having amazing sex?"

I chuckled. "I'm not. I don't think I ever will, but I don't need it all the time - like you do."

"I don't need it all the time. I just need it with you." She said seductively.