The unbroken ones

Twelve|Murder guy

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Connor and Tyler were best friends just like me and Sophia. Tyler was just like Sophia fun and hysterical, Connor was more like me, calm and responsible. They were like my brothers that I never had. They were always there for me.

Some boys were standing there talking and drinking. "Hello beautiful, wanna show me what your body can do?" One of the boys asks me.

He had a white shirt soaked in water, showing off his chest. His hair was sandy blond, reaching his shoulders. "No, but I can show you what my fists can do," I said with a cold face, hoping to make them run away.

I used to go to boxing three years ago. It lasted three years, but it was too much with the school work so I stopped boxing. Dad learned me some techniques, he used to go to boxing too when he was a teenager, just longer than me. Starting boxing was something I needed. I had this guilt feeling inside of me, with all of the drama with my mother's death. Then our financial situation. I had all this anger and frustration buried down inside of me, but at one point this volcano was going to explode.

So boxing was the only safe way for it to explode. It made the anger and the frustration come out. It made me much calmer at home and school. Then my coach wanted me to compete. I tried doing that but again, the school work came. So I stopped.

But I still know how to throw some good punches;) My way of letting go of my problems is stressing and eating, and honestly, I love the second solution to my problems. Eating is always fun.

The other boys started to laugh and made their way away from me. The fridge was my target. The kitchen bench was empty. White long marble table, with grey chairs. I took out a water bottle, or I hoped that it was water, and drank it. It was water, cold. It ran down my throat making me come back to reality.

My mind was back on track and the images of my two best friends were gone. I sat on the bench enjoying the view. My view was significant, beautiful, and stunning. And now you all are curious about my view, right? Well, I was looking at a white wall, that's it. Nothing more just, a white wall.

I took out my phone expecting a hundred messages from dad, but when I locked up my phone it was none. He didn't even call me. Should I be happy or angry? Maybe I was daddy's little girl, but I can't help it. I spent my whole life with my dad. I lost my mother at 6 and I was 17 right now. 11 years without your mother, is a long time. My stomach felt uncomfortable like I was going to throw up. This odd feeling came back again.

I just want to talk to someone.  "What's happening in the little brain of yours, Chula?" I hear a familiar voice say. The boy from earlier came to me and sat on the chair beside me. Unlike last time, he was alone now. He was facing the wall just like me, his back straightened up like a businessman at a meeting. "None of your business" I answered him still staring at the wall, not giving him any attention. "Come on, you can tell me everything. I just want to know what you are thinking about" he said.

The boy's hair was a little wet. I turned my head a little to my left and meet his gaze. He looked at me with his brown eyes. "I can't tell you. I might get arrested if I told anyone". He looked at me with a charming but smirking smile.

"I can keep secrets you know," he said with a little wink. "Well, if you insist. I am planning to murder someone tonight" I answered him, think of the boy earlier. The one who wanted to know what my body could do. I could show him what my fist and the creative side of my mice could do. Which places should I bury the body? I can burn it but too much work. Maybe throwing it out in a lake?

I expected the boy to have a shocked face or a scary one but his smirk got bigger like he was enjoying this. "Well, if you need help with hiding the body, here is my number" he took out a yellow note and wrote his number down. Jeez, could he hear my thoughts?

"Smooth and old fashion," I said while looking down at the note. Then getting my gaze back at the wall. My water bottle was still cold. "Do you like it, the old fashion way?" He asked looking down at my water bottle. "Nah, not my type," I answered, and this time it was my time to smirk. "Well then," he said while taking my phone from me, and started to tap on the screen.

"Hey!" I said. And of course, my stupid self didn't have a passcode. He gave me the phone, and his number was saved as the murder guy. The music was still playing, but the kitchen door was closed so it wasn't so bad anymore. "Well Chula, I would love to know your name"   "Meh, you are a stranger. Give me your name first then we will see." I said taking a sip from my bottle.

"My name is Aron," he said turning around and facing the windows.

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