The Lost One

2. Eggs (edited)

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Song of the chapter: Miss Murder - AFI

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We had the sound system up by the time the first guests got here. Music was playing out across the yard. Johnny's younger brother Jamie helped us put up a bunch of folded tables and chairs and set out large trash cans.

I was grabbing a plate full of breakfast food in the kitchen, when my mother came in from another room. She was being followed by two sets of footsteps, one lighter in sandals, of a woman, and one heavier in boots, a man.

"Lidia, have you met our new neighbors?" I turned around, my mouth stuffed with scrambled that I quickly swallowed, to see the new people. An older couple was standing before me, grandparent age. The lady was wearing a flowing summer dress and one could tell she used to be gorgeous. She had the same style as my mother, who was wearing a skirt and cowboy boots. The man standing beside her holding the lady's hand was tall and had a balding head of brown and grey hair.

"This is Bob and Mary Taylor. Neighbors, this is my daughter Lidia." I sat down my heavy paper plate on the cabinet and shook their outstretched hands.

"Hey. Hi."

Mary smiled at me openly. "I don't know where our grandson is. His name is Jack. S' bout your age."

I nodded, not really caring. I wanted my food back. "Cool."

My mom hastily addressed me. "Oh, Lidia, could you run to town and pick up some more punch? I know there's hardly any people here, but I don't think we'll have enough."

I sighed. I did't want to leave. Why should I? "But my friends are about to get here." I told her.

"Then the sooner you leave, the sooner you'll get back." 

I huffed smiled curtly at her. "Fine. But don't let anyone eat my food."

I stomped up the stairs to retrieve my keys. I couldn't find them for a minute, and almost kicked something into the wall, heavily frustrated. I finally found my keys in the jeans I wore yesterday, which were hidden in Mount Laundry.

I made my way back down stairs and out the front door. There were only a few cars here pulled up next to the house. Soon, there would be a crap ton of people parking everywhere; the long driveway, on the grass, in the ditches beside the road.

I pulled open the third garage door, hidden behind it the two motorcycles and walked mine out of the darkness. I licked my thumb and removed a smudge on the beautiful paint job. Two white wolves were perched, one on each side, howling at the moon on the front fender. I personally customized it, and the guy who painted it on was awesome. Josh was the son of the man who owned the body shop, and a god with an airbrush.

God, he was a good lay.

Josh was one of the only ones who could satisfy me. But I only saw him once, sadly.

I grabbed my polished helmet from the shelf and shut the door behind me. Where I was standing, I was visible from the back yard, where some neighbors and some people I didn't know were gathered. I slipped on my helmet, which was shiny black and glanced at my reflection in one of the small mirrors, the roof of my helmet cast a shadow over the tanned Caucasian skin of my face. I smirked turned the key in the ignition, feeling the hum and rumble come alive beneath me.

I sped down the driveway, loving the feeling of my hair blowing from the bottom of the helmet. My bike made a lot of noise as I was speeding off, rumbling loudly. All the way to town I kept thinking back to just a couple hours ago, to the man with the beautiful... everything.

Stupid ,stupid, stupid. Goddammit.

I shouldn't be here right now, driving, thinking, breathing. I mean, what sane person would not kill a vicious animal when it was staring them strait in the face?

I slowed down some when I got close to town. There were always preteens driving around their grandparent's golf carts all the time. Stupid little kids think they're cool..

I pulled up to the small grocery store, which was about as limited in supplies as the stop-n-shop. I was stepping off my bike when I heard loud wolf whistles. I rolled my eyes, scoffing. A truck full of annoying boys were ogling at me as they drove by me on the street, some of them lounging in the tail bed, the cab being full. I hung my helmet on the handlebar and went inside the store. I made my way past the mothers who were shopping with their annoying toddlers in the basket seats to the back shelf where the juices and things were. I grabbed several packets of different color Kool-aid and a large jug of punch.

I carried these to the check out area at the front of the store. There was a lady in front of me. Her kid was small and her thin hair was falling out of the bun her mom put it in. She reached into the basket behind her and-

"Hey!" I dodged an egg that came flying my way and crashed into the medicine shelf behind me. The mother turned around and saw what her daughter had done as I was fuming with rage.

Even though she was just a child and didn't mean anything by it, I had been threatened. It was always extremely hard to not get angry even at the smallest things. I blame it on being what I am, different than these mundane people.

I checked out really fast using mom's debit card and stuffed the punch and powder packets into the zipper compartment on the back of my bike.

I sent one last glare to the little girl who was being strapped into her seat of the giant suburban before speeding off back towards home.

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"Here." I sat the heavy plastic bag down on the kitchen cabinet beside my mother, who was chatting with a few neighbors.

"Thank you sweetie." I took my food walked off, rolling my eyes. I am not sweet, I'm a bitch. The last time I was sweet was when my dad's mom was sick and in the hospital. I was sweet to her and I voluntarily bought her flowers and some candy. She loved candy.

Outside, an annoying blonde was up on the stage singing a Taylor Swift song. Gross. I spotted my friends at the back of the yard. Johnny saw me and waved. I made my way past the other people already crowding the yard. It was only nine in the fucking morning and there were already too many people.

Johnny grabbed me when I got to our circle , took my plate from me and placed it on the table before he kissed my lips roughly, fisting my hair.

He let me go when I hit his chest, laughing. "Hey Lidia, why don't you go up there and shake your pretty ass?" Peter challenged me. He was sitting on the plastic table in the shade of a large tree.

I looked up towards the stage, my ears screaming in relief as the annoying blonde stepped down. Jamie was at the table beside the stage, working the sound system. He looks almost exactly like his brother, just a younger, fifteen-year-old version.

"Stop talking about my ass. And I don't function this damn early in the morning."

These people were my best friends. Johnny, the football player. Peter, the stoner. Jamie, the baby. Levi, the only mature one. Chance and his girlfriend Penny, the lovebirds. And of course Connor, the player. This was my family. They were some of the few things I love in this world. If I thought any harder about it, they were the reason I hadn't run away yet. And they knew it, too.