T/W CUSSING
I leave the door and go to talk to aron who is getting our bags out."My mom was on the phone with someone... she was talking about us." I say in a odd tone.
"She's probably just talking to someone, No offense but the way your mom looked at me was kinda strange". Aron says climbing out the car and finally making eye contact with me
"Yea that's why I'm worried that she is telling someone or she found out what happened.All of a sudden we see a cop car rolling down the road, pulling over to the crib and coming out to talk to us.
"Hey, ima need you to put your hands behind your back". He says walking closer put one hand behind his back to grab cuffs.
"What! What did we do!?" Aron says stepping in front of me as he comes closer.
"You killed your father..." He says as she starts to put his hands on aron
"We didn't kill him! He killed himself! I promise I would never do that to my dad. I yell as he gets AronThen my mom walks out the door
"Sweety We know you did it, I never really cared for your dad but what you did was awful. I can't believe you would do something like that?. She says crossing her arms looking down at her cracking driveway shaking her head
"MOM come on please! He's all I have! Please don't take him! Take me he didn't do anything! He was my dad. I say as tears rolling down my cheeks as I see the cop taking Aron to the car.
Aron sees the tears rolling down my face, he fights back trying to get to me to comfort me, he wiggles his way out of the cops hands.
"If you fucking move your both getting shot! Don't fucking move! I mean it!" The cop says holding his gun out pointing it right at Aron back.
Aron was hovering over me as if he was my blanket with his hands behind his back.
Aron slowly backs away and falls to his knees, the cop then slowly put his hands on him, aron says to me with his lips"I'm sorry" I'm sorry I couldn't be there.....
He gets loaded into the car and drives away.I look at my mom while she's standing there in shock not thinking it would go that way.
I had tears coming down my cheeks now, my face was puffy, red from crying hard."How could you.."
I run into the house slamming the door behind me
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RomanceA 16 year old girl runs away after being in a abusive household for 13 years, She procrastinated about leaving all because of a guy she wanted to talk to but never got the guts to. she says to herself that she will end up talking to him, but it's be...