Chapter 7 ❣︎︎ Back Home?

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Chapter 7 ❣︎︎ Back Home!

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Chapter 7 ❣︎︎ Back Home!

I was so unhappy. I lay on my bed. In my old, cramped bedroom. Mom was at work. She had ciggs all over the place.

And she had beer cans all over the apartment. She wanted me to be cleaning up after her once I was out working again. Having a real job. Tears come to me. I missed my sister. I missed Cry Baby most of all.

I hated living here. No one had once called me. Made contact with me. Not a single word back home. No one missed me.

I was sure if I went back there then I was sure to be arrested. For something I did not do. I did not need to be in jail. Forever. But you would think Mona would call. Or Cry Baby to see how I was. To make sure I was safe.

But he did not want me. He did not want me to be a Drape. And I was not a Square either. I was a no one. I was me. Veronica.

A no one. I meant nothing to Cry Baby. Tears come to me. My plan failed. It all backfired on me. So horribly. I sigh as I sit back down on the couch there in my moms place. I brush back tears. I wish I never knew him. Then I would never know this heartache.

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"Why had I gone looking for them? Mom tried to tell me not to" I tell myself.

My heartaches deeply. I was never going to get over him. His smile. His charm. How he looked out for his loved ones. I wish he looked at me the way he once looked at Allison.

That was all I longed for. I was never ever going to get it. I had to let Cry Baby go. It was over with. Now this was my life. Here. Being home. Mom was right. I belonged here. I did not belong with them.

Crying helped some. I grab some tissue and blow my nose on tissues. I begin to clean my moms place for her as she demanded I do. It was so cramped here.

She gave me her room and she rocked the couch over night at least. But I was sure that would not be the case forever. She was sure to boot me out and make me take the couch next. As I began to clean someone knocks on the door.

Mom was not expecting anyone. Or any of her boyfriends. My heart races. I duck down making sure I was away from the peep hole. Maybe it was the cops. They were out to get me. They found me. They were going to lock me up in jail. My heart pounds in my ear.

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"Ronnie? I know you are there. Open up" I hear him say as he pounds on the door.

I jump.

"Veronica!" he orders.

Cry Baby!?
He was here? What was he doing here?

"I will make sure the door is down. I won't leave" he yells as he pounds on the door. "let me in Ronnie" he demands sternly.

I gasp. I rush to the door. Then open the door.

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