I'm in Love with Her! (Broken, But Still Good Book 1)

Part 03

Stacey’s POV:

“What are you doing?” She’s laughing, “What hell are you going to do?!”

“Trust me,” I hold her tightly and she puts her foot down spinning the bike in the other direction. I scream and she laughs at me, “I told you, you could trust me.”

“Y-yea you did.” I look at her and she smiles, there she is. My Darrin, my friend.

It only takes a few minutes to my house; my mom is waiting on the porch for me. My house is a two story: five bedrooms, 3 bathrooms, and everything else. My mom looks completely shocked. She stands up as we pull up to my house.

“Thank you,” I get off the bike.

“Stacey!” My mom walks over, “Where have you been? Where’s your car? Who is this?”

“Hello, Mrs.Beverly.” Darrin removes her goggles and smiles.

“Darrin? Darrin Eurie? Oh dear child how are you?” My mom smiles.

“Been doing better.” I can tell my mom saw the scars and tattoos because she gets this, ‘oh poor child’ look, “Hey Stacey, if you need a ride to school. Just call me.” Darrin hands me a piece of paper.

“Thank you, take care.” I go to leave, “Oh wait your jacket here.” I hand her a leather jacket. I know this jacket, it was her dad’s.

“Good night, Stace.” She smiles and puts her aviators and jacket on, “Good night Mrs. Beverly.”

“Good night Darrin.” My mom smiles and I watch as Darrin leaves, “Let’s get inside honey.”

“Yea,” I walk inside and I see my brother doing his homework, “Hey doofus.”

“Hey Barbie.” He doesn’t look up at me.

“Can’t you two call each other by your real names for once?” My mom pesters.

“Daniel.”

“Stacey.”

“Smart alecs,” My mom makes dinner, “So how’s Darrin?”

“So Darrin is at the school?” My brother is a sophomore.

“She’s good.”

“I heard she told Benji to blow her and called him a gay boy.”

“Thank you for censoring it, Danny.”

“No problem mom.”

“I’m going to go do my homework in my room.”

“Okay, dinner will be done in an hour.”

I run up to my room, locking my door, and flipping on my laptop. I run my browser and search in ‘Darrin Eurie’. I get over three thousand results. One was for Boston Times; I open the link and start to read:

16th March 2011

Today, Darrin Eurie (15) and Macy Dior (16) were arrested for the solicitation of drugs and alcohol. Eurie was on the drugs at the time of the arrest and tried to resist. Dior used Eurie as decoy to get the drugs to a dealer. The dealer was not found.

I sit back searching through any other records. Everything is about drugs, isn’t there anything she was known for that wasn’t bad? I think there isn’t, she couldn’t have been all too bad. I can’t find anything, when I get to page six there’s a YouTube video of Darrin, I plug in my head phones and click on the link. It’s called “Juvenile Justice Talent Show.” The description says; “This girl can sing like an angel, it’s hard not to fall in love with her.” I watch it and I see Darrin on stage with a guitar and two other people one with a bass and the other on drums.

Video:

“Hello, my name is Darrin, and we are Valentine and The Voice.” She starts off the song, it sounds familiar.

“Green light, seven-eleven, you walk in, for a pack of cigarettes. You don’t smoke, don’t even want to. Hey now, check your change. Dressed up like a car crash, your wheels are turning but your upside-down.” I start to tear up, “You say when he hits you, you don’t mind. Because when he hurts you, you feel alive. Oh, is that what it is.” I stop the video.

“This guy was right,” I wipe my tears, “She does sing like an angel.” I stare at the piece of paper with Darrin’s number on it, should I call?

Darrin’s POV:

I pull up to my abandoned house; no one has lived here for years. It’s a small home, only two bedrooms, one bathroom, enough for me and my mom. It wasn’t claimed by the banks because my mom put the house in her will to me. So, it’s legally mine. Most of it was cleared out, it’s dusty as all hell and I need new furniture and utensils. I have some clothes, but I’ll need a job. I’ll have to wait a few days or a week... I have so much work to do. I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket; I pull it out looking at an unknown number.

“Hello, this is Darrin Eurie.”

“Hey, Darrin, it’s Stacey.” I can’t help but smile.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Hey, I was wondering. I won’t have a car for awhile. My mom and dad say I’ll have to get a job to save up for one, so I was hoping I could hitch a ride with you until I get a car. I can get you gas money.”

“It’s no problem. Just when should I be there to pick you up in the morning?” I set my jacket down and I grab a piece of paper and a pen.

“Come get me at six-thirty and we’ll get coffee and breakfast.”

“Sounds good, Stace.” I write it down.

“I’m sorry to bother you about this.” She sounds worried.

“It’s no sweat,” I chuckle, “I gave you my number it’s my own damn fault now.” She giggles.

“Thanks jerk.” I laugh.

“Hey, no need for name calling.”

“Hey, I have to go eat dinner. I’ll call you later okay?”

“Yea, I’ll see ya soon.”

“Yea, night, Darrin.”

“Night Stacey.” I hang up. “She called me.” I smile and shake my head. “No, Stacey’s not like that.”

I head to my old room and I find a towel to go shower. I look at all the pictures of me and my mom, it was a mistake to come here. It’s too much... I break down in the hall way and I cry, and cry. No one to hear me, no one would bother anyways. None of it matters. I’m alone, as always.

I go through my house taking all the pictures down in a rage, a blurry, and messed up, rage. She’s gone, why can’t she leave me be! No more! I find her room and I throw all the pictures in there and I pile chairs in front of the door. Stay in there, please! I cry harder.

"Leave me the fuck alone!" I fall to my knees infront of the mess, "Just go away please..."