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Chapter Twelve : Battlefield day part 1

                   Someone is saying this story is moving a thousand miles per hour. Well, hehe that's how it should be...no delay but don't worry, we still have a lot coming from the exhilarating story of Denver and Sierra, trust me? Anyways, happy reading! Enjoyy!!!

                                   SIERRA.

Damn what time is it?

I look out through the glass windows and it is pitch black outside. Wow it's already dark. I think back to my argument with mom and I feel bad for lashing out at her but I have had it long enough and I am fed up of being strung along in their dangerous lives. Now that I have had a taste of what a normal life would be like, I don't even want to think of coming back to this sad New York life. I need to live. I feel like I might cry again but I decide against it. I go take a quick shower and I'm back in bed scrolling through my instagram, after all I have no plans of going downstairs for dinner or anything. Just after I think about boycotting dinner, I hear a knock at my bedroom door and I know it's my mom. I don't have to tell her to come it so she just opens the door a bit and peeps inside with a soft look on her face with the light from the hallway illuminating her face since my bedroom lights are off.

"Hey baby... Come down for dinner, will you? I cooked your favorite dish. Also, you did not eat lunch." She says like whatever argument we had in the kitchen earlier never happened. I sigh. "I'm not exactly hungry right now." I reply politely but curtly. "But you haven't eaten since," she says looking worried. "I know." I reply wanting for her to get the memo and leave me alone. She sighs. "Please come down, we need to talk." She says turning to leave and she closes my door gently.

I'm not even going close to those stairs tonight. I'll eat in the middle of the night if I have to, just so I can avoid that talk she speaks of. I know what she's going to say anyways. That we are so sorry you have to go through this as our daughter but we are sorting this out and it will soon end once and for all talk. I scoff. I've had enough of that. As I am still wallowing in my despair, my phone ringtone goes off and I check the screen to see who it is and it's Denver. I don't know why but I immediately feel calmer.

"Sweet cheeks..." I hear his raspy voice and smile. "Hey goof." I say.

"I give up."

"On what?" I ask.

"On telling you to stop calling me goof," He chuckles.

"Okay fine. What nickname should I call you?"

"Uh something along the lines of my Prince charming, handsome, you know those weird but cute things girls call guys." I laugh at that.

"Yeah I'll think about it. Anyways what is the reason for this honour of a call from mr. handsome?" He chuckles.

"Now you're talking. Anyways do I need a reason to talk to my friend like you offered before?"

"Uh-huh. Okay really, what's up?"

"Well guess what?"

"Wha...." He doesn't even give me time to finish my words before he continues.

"I handed in the project through email," I can picture him with his smirk right now.   "Fuck yes. Oh thank God, I was worried." I say.   "You don't trust me? Sweet cheeks I'm hurt," He fakes.

"Everybody gets hurt sometimes you know," I sing the song by Justin Bieber.   "Beautiful voice you got there, sunshine." I blush at that.