Bad boy

Chapter 6

Driving home after school was probably the one of my favourite things to do, not driving to school but driving home knowing that I have a place where I could go after a long day and just relax and forget about everything for a little while, but lately my house haven't been home. I've been dreading to go home, never knowing what I'll find or worse, dreading what I won't find.

After parking, I got out of my car and headed inside the house, dodging stray boxes that still haven't been unpacked yet.

"Mom, I'm home!" I shouted and was greeted with silence.

Shrugging my shoulders and walking to the kitchen to grab something to feed my raging tummy. It's then when I came across a bright pink sticky note pasted against the fridge door, plucking the note from the fridge, I read it out loud for no one in particular to hear.

Dear Chaos,

I'm sorry I didn't tell you that I'd be going back to work again, but I had to , I couldn't sit in the house anymore, it was driving me insane. I have a meeting until late tonight, help yourself to anything in the fridge.

Love Mom.

In my moment of rage, I crushed the note in my hand and threw it in the trash.

How could she have gone back to work already? It haven't even been two weeks, has she already forgotten? No, she haven't, I don't think she ever will. Nor will I. This thing will haunt us for the rest of our lives.

Opening the fridge, I couldn't find anything appealing to my appetite, so I closed it again and decided I'd rather go and get some cookie dough ice cream from the local shop a few blocks away. What a great idea for dinner, mother would most definitely not approve. That thought made me smile.

Pulling up in front of the 24-hour store instead I decided to get some things to forfull my basic needs, being two tubs of ice cream, one cookie dough and one strawberry and chocolate, a big box of oreo cookies and a bottle of cheap wine.

Heading to the checkout line with my goodies in hand, I almost dropped the wine when someone hollered my name from the back of the store.

Turing around slowly, I came face to face with a black shirt, craning back my neck so I could get a better look at this stranger who has no sense of the meaning 'personal space' seeing that he was almost standing on top of me. He probably would, if he could. Thank the Lord for gravity.

"You honestly can't be serious! " I said loudly.

"What are you doing here, are you stalking me? " I asked, not waiting for his reply before frantically starting to search for my phone, patting the pockets of my jeans and coming up short.

"What exactly are you doing? " his deep voice fulled the tiny 24-hour store.

My head shot up, "I'm looking for my phone" I said in a flat tone.

"Why?" He asked looking at me with curiosity.

"So I can call the cops on your crazy stalking ass!" I said while looking around to see if I haven't dropped my phone on the floor somewhere.

He started laughing a deep throaty laugh, looking at me like I just told him I'm a telly tubby and I came to sing him a song.

Telly tubbies don't sing, they don't even talk apart from the occasional "eooooh! " but that's about all.

There's no need to bring the cops into this, little racoon " he said, a mischievous grin forming on his lips.

Stepping forward he plucked the bottle of wine from my hand and looked at it.

"I'd rather go with the rosé if I were you" he said all knowingly.

I looked at him as if he'd just sprouted two new heads.

"Good to know you're an expert on wine" I said sarcastically.

"Now give me back my wine" I said reaching for it.

"Now, now. Wait a second" he said moving the bottle out of my reach.

"I'll give you back your wine, on one condition" he said and I swear I could see a evil plan forming in his head.

"No way man, there's no way in hell I'm making a deal with the devil. I'll just take another bottle from the rack" I said feeling I've outsmarted him.

"Well good luck trying to buy the alcohol. You know, not being 'of age'  and all" he said with a smug smile on his face.

Damn boy got me. Looking at the bottle clasped in his large hand, I said "Fine, what do you want? "

Wrong move.

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Cliff hanger! Whooo hoooo!

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