Breaking The Game [Book #1]

Chapter 33

Allie

"And don't come back!" My Mom yelled.

The front door slams shut. Black garbage bags of my stuff are around me as I sit on the cold hard concrete dumfounded. My brown cargo pants are ripped in several places and my shoes are just as bad. I start to cry. I'm not sure what age I am, but I'm probably 17 or 18 because I just got thrown out.

I hear myself thinking. It's not as clear as it usually is, but I hear my voice. I slowly get up off the ground and look at the bags around me. I have no choice, but to grab all of them. I know I can't afford to lose anymore clothes.

It's dark out in this quiet abandoned neighborhood. The street lights are flickering as I spin my head around to get a good view of everything. I have no idea where I'm headed, but I grab the large bags with both hands and drag them as I walk out into the street.

The bags scrape against the uneven gravel road. It's loud. There are no cars that I can see as walk down this grim road alone. I don't care about what happened after I got kicked out. What I need to know is why. I need to know the reasons, the actions before the reasons and the small details before the actions.

I've never felt so empty. This is a nightmare in the quietest and most peaceful of forms. This is my whole life in one dream; walking into the darkness to find no light at the end of the tunnel. I still haven't found that light. I'm still walking with garbage bags in my hand.

I'm still dragging the weight of my demons.

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I'm half asleep at this point. My eyes are still closed and my sheets are still covering the lower half of my body. I'm lying down on my side. My phone is vibrating somewhere behind me. There's only one person I know who calls me at night and it's Alix, but we aren't exactly on the best of terms right now. I don't know who else could need me at this time of night.

I roll over onto my stomach. I wind up in the middle of the bed as I stretch my right hand out to my phone. Strands of hair fall down in front of my face.

I grab the phone and look at the bright screen. My eyes aren't even adjusted to the lap light that's on in my room right now. I blind myself a little with the screen light, but I manage to see the caller I.D. It's a little surprising, but refreshing.

"What's wrong?" I answered.

"How'd you know there's something wrong?" North asked.

Her voice is low and soft. Something tells me she was asleep.

"Can't think of another reason you'd call me." I said softly.

"I can't sleep ... were you asleep?" She asked.

I roll back over to the left side of the bed. I move my hair out of my face and sigh. I stretch my back out a little and give my sides a break. I've been lying on them all night.

"Kinda. I had a dream that freaked me out a little."

"Oh ... I'm sorry." She said.

"It's okay. How was work yesterday?" I asked.

"It was slow. Got up caught up with some things and got to the bottom of it." She answered.

"That's good. I have an answer to your offer, by the way." I said.

She chuckled. "That was fast."

I sighed thinking about Alix. "Yeah ... well the answer is yes. You can rent out the room and make it your office."

"You said that really monotone. As if you don't want to say yes ..." She said quietly.

"It's not that. Alix and I got into a fight today about it. She said she doesn't trust me." I said sadly.