Dalesio ✔️

Different

Chapter 3

Ever since I could remember, my Mom was my best friend. Some times she's more of my friend then my mom. She's younger, she had me when she was 15, she's 32 now.

She has beautiful tan skin, as she is mixed with white and black, I envied her beauty. I clearly got my fathers genes. My father is Caucasian while my mother is Latina. 

She was the popular girl of her school, she was the cheer captain. Every boy in the school wanted her, she was the perfect girl. Long soft hair, beautiful skin, a perfect body.

"Stop it. You're beautiful Camille." She caught me staring at myself in the mirror.

"No I look like dad. Why couldn't I look like you." I pout, looking at my obvious back rolls and dark circles. 

"Your dad is a fine man Camille, never doubt your undeniable beauty." She pulls my hair out of it's ponytail before we both walk down the stairs and into our kitchen.

"Gross. Why are you still with dad? You guys aren't even really together, he doesn't even live here." I don't talk about my father a lot in front of my Mom. She gets upset when we bring up his name. I don't say anything else. Instead, I grab our clean dishes from the counter and begin to help her dry them. 

She set the plate that she was drying down on our counter, "Because I love him with all of me. Your fathers love for me may of faded throughout the years...but my love for him will never."

I grab another plate and help her finish drying the dishes, "I'm sorry mom."

"Don't you worry love, if I didn't love him I would of already been a stripper." I laughed while opening the kitchen cupboard, "You're acting like what teenage boys would call, "A milf."

"Watch it." She warns.

"I'll see you in the morning." I kiss the side of her cheek. 

"Now where do you think you are going?" She put her hands on her hips.

"On a walk, I just need to clear my head, I'll be back before the street lights are on"

"You better be." 

She doesn't care when I get home, she tries to be a good mom—and she is, but she doesn't always care like she pretends to. 

I put my headphones in and begun to walk down the street. We live in a decent neighborhood, it's not the suburbs or anything but I'm not scared to walk alone here. 

I notice a car pulling up next to me. Just keep walking and maybe they'll go away. 

But they didn't.

So, I lean down to look into the window, if I'm going to die I might as well be bold about it.

The window slowly rolled down to reveal Dante and his stupid face. 

"Get in." He says without looking at me. 

"If your gonna kill me, I'd rather you do it here." I say as I continue walking down the sidewalk. Unfortunately he follows behind me, slowly cruising next to me. 

He rolled his eyes before leaning over the seat and opening the door, "Get in. It's not safe out here at night." 

He does not get to tell me what's safe...he is not safe himself. 

"You would know." I cross my arms over my body and thought for a moment. 

If I get in...he may just kill me. 

But what if I don't and get kidnapped...

Screw it.

I slowly got into his car as he sped off down the street, "Change."