Forlot: A Girl Who Needs Her Space - Book Thirty-Two

Chapter Thirty-One

"Dang it, Karma," I said with an angry expression and my arms crossed. "Sometimes, I hate you."

Karma still had her big smile that is contagious. "Come on, Carmen," she said. "You do not hate me. You never can hate me because we are the best of friends. I would go as far as to say that we are sisters."

I sighed and lowered my arms to my sides. "You are so right. I cannot stay mad at you."

We were not in Forlot. We were in another small town, but it was not Forlot. We took in the atmosphere - and I realized that it was my old home. I pressed my hands to my cheeks. This was the town that my siblings and I grew up in. I was unsure whether I was glad to be back here. I had good memories...but I also had bad ones.

I twirled around until my body was facing Karma. "I...I cannot believe that we are here," I choked out. "It feels like forever."

"I take it that this town used to be where you and your family lived..." Karma began. "...before the move." She twiddled her thumbs and sniffed. "Before you met me. Before I had somebody who loved me."

"I still love you, Karma. You are the sister that I do not deserve." I tilted my head to the side. "You crying?"

"What? No, no." She sniffed again. "Why do you ask?"

"I can see the tears escaping your eyeballs."

She rubbed her eyes. "I am not crying. My eyes are just watering."

I eyed her suspiciously. "I do not think so."

"Who cares what you think?"

"You do. That is why we are friends."

"Best friends," she corrected me. "I would not have our friendship any other way, Carmen."

We suddenly realized that we were in the middle of the street and decided - of course - to move out of the way. Thank goodness that we were not hit by a vehicle. Who knows how that would have altered the future?

We ran across the road and skidded to a stop. I put my hands on my knees and was catching my breath. When Karma gives me back the music box, I will wish to have a healthy body. I am healthy, but I need to exercise.

I looked up at Karma who still had my box. "Could you please hand me back the box so I can put it away?"

"You mean this box?" She held out the box.

"Yes."

She brought the box close to her and hugged it. "No."

I straightened up and patted my lower back. "Give it to me. It is mine."

"But I do not wanna."

"Why not?"

She bit her lip. "Well, remember when you were telling me about your family?"

"As plain as day, and you found it intriguing."

"Did you tell me that your biological father and mother met at a bar?"

"Yep."

She motioned to the building in front of us. "Is this the bar?"

I could not believe it and covered my mouth. It felt like that I was in a dream. I could not believe what we were seeing. I never thought that I would be in the same bar that my parents met. I wanted to cry, but held back my tears.

"We should go in," Karma suggested.

I grabbed her arm. "Are you out of your mind? Neither of us can go in there. We are not allowed to."

"And why are we not allowed?"

"The law says that children are not allowed in bars. We are not old enough to drink."

She jerked away her arm. "We are now."

"What makes you think that?"

"We are not children because we do not exist yet, so we can have as many beers as we want."

I was silent for a minute. "That does not make sense."

"It is not supposed to make sense. Just like that it does not make any sense why your father walked out on you and your mother."

I frowned. "How many times do I have to—"

"What are you two doing?" a man with a gun asked.