𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐊𝐢𝐝𝐬

Grab N Go

Arrhh! My head hurts. I sat up from in my bed and looked around. It was day, did I fall asleep? Well it looks like it.

Groggily getting out of bed, I rubbed my eyes and went into the bathroom, that was also connected to my room.

Getting changed I looked in the mirror. No school. Means no boys. And that equals, me time.

Getting some money from out of my money tin, I scurried over to the purse that hung along my wall, and put the money inside.

Walking outside my room with the purse, I tiptoed down the stairs. Yes, knowing my parents they're probably still mad. So I don't really wanna face them right now.

Making it down the stairs, I hurried over to the door, only being allowed to open it until a voice spoke up. "Don't worry, your mothers out." My dad, Lincoln, chuckled.

Turning around I met the eyes of dark brown ones. "Heyyyyy! Dad....I'm just-""just go. You seem pretty busy and stressed lately." Resting my posture I smiled at him. "Thanks dad! Cya!" And with that I rushed out of the house and onto the footpath.

On my way to the Grab N Go, I bumped into someone. "Sorry sir!" The person, who was male, just laughed it off. He seemed VERY old to be by himself, but oh well.

"It's okay dear." He smiled up at you, that smile. It sent shivers down your spine, he seemed to be taken aback by your appearance too. "You look just like them."

Confused you said "Like who, sorry?" The man just smiled at you, his breaths now heavy. Ok, major red flags. "Your parents. I know them. Their friends of mine" Oh, have my parents been here before?

"How do you know them?" He laughed at nothing in particular and said. "They came here on school holidays, when we were younger, it was 1978." They never told me that.

"I never seen them since, that was until now." Maybe this is someone whose working with them? A childhood friend? But he's too old to be called a friend. Maybe he has children around my parents age? And that's how he knows them?

"They haven't told me this." I stated, feeling a bit betrayed. "And why didn't you see them since then?" He said nothing, but gave you an eerily smile, one that'd be stuck in my head for days.

He pulled his wrist out in front of him, and shook it, revealing a watch. "Would you look at that? It's time for me to go." He then ignored me as he walked further down the street, getting further and further away.

That was a strange encounter. Without a second thought, I carried on my way, unaware that the same man was watching from afar.

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Opening the door to enter inside Grab N Go, the bell jingled. On my left was a cashier counting money, only giving me a glance and then going back to counting.

On my right, was a boy playing with a pinball game machine. He kept slapping the sides of it. Wait, those blonde locks. Is that? Vance?! Just when I thought I was finally gonna be alone.

The boy kept mumbling out curses, and sayings such as "I'm gonna beat my high score" or "SHIT! NO! NO! NOOO!" Boy if you don't shut the hell up.

Making my way towards him, I seen how engrossed and how he looked at the game with such intensity. It was like he didn't even know I was there.

"Y/n..."

That voice! It's back again.

Looking around, I tried to find whoever just said my name, only to see no one. Turning back to where Vance was, he was still smacking and cursing at the Pinball machine.

"Y/n~"

They sang out, what the HELL was going on!?

"It's gone..."

What was gone? Not wanting to hear anymore of this random voice I shook my head. Did I not get sleep or what?

"Vance!" He screwed his face up, his eyebrows Notting together. "What!?" He rudely replied, not taking his eyes off of his little stupid game.

"Why aren't you at school?" He choked out a laugh, only saying "I could ask the same about you." He was right. "I'm suspended" this made him stop. Completely losing the game, which meant he didn't win.

And we ALL know, that Vance would kill anyone who made him lose. But he didn't. He just stared at you dumbfounded. "You? Suspended?" He scoffed, both hands making their way to each side of his hips.

Nodding your head, he frowned instantly. "Why?" "Because I apparently lit the lab on fire...WHEN I DIDN'T!" It was as if something clicked in his head, and Made him extremely pissed off.

"THAT FUCKER! IM GONNA KILL HIM!" Slamming the door open to exit out, he staggered his way onto the streets. His hands formed into little fist, that laid on his sides.

Having to sprint up to him was an understatement. For someone who takes at least 10 steps every 4 seconds, he sure does walk fast. Stopping in front of him, he halted. "Vance what's going on?"

"Nothing. Now MOVE!" He pushed past you, with the same amount of anger he had seconds ago. I just stood and watched.

"I don't get why you're so mad! Just stop, everything's fine. Nothing more and nothing less!" I called out, hoping he'd stop. But he didn't.

"TRUST ME Y/N, IF YOU KNEW WHAT WAS COMING, YOU'D BE  FUCKING TERRIFIED"he shouted back as he turned the corner, disappearing from my view, which I didn't like too much considering it was Vance.

What did he mean? Did something happen? Is he terrified of something or someone?

No he wasn't. But he sure as hell wanted someone else too...

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(Q) Any new theories?
(Q) Do you have an idea, for why Vance is mad all of a sudden?
(Q) Whose the old man? And how does he know your parents?

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