He was crazy, evil even.
Chaos Salvatore created destruction everywhere he went, leaving chaos in his wake, sparing no one. Cold and emotionless, he was feared by all, known as the man who could never be tamed or softened. Love was never in his pla...
"Make sure the condom doesn't have any holes and slowly roll it down," Mrs. Linda, my Sex Ed teacher, said as she demonstrated on a banana. "Any questions?" she added with a bright smile.
Poor thing.
Teaching a bunch of high schoolers about sex must be the worst job ever. Half of the class was either snickering or zoning out, and the other half was cracking jokes. No matter how much you try to educate teenagers about sex, it's just background noise to them. Honestly, Sex Ed feels like a waste of time.
The room went dead quiet until Dylan, the class clown, raised his hand.
"Uh, yeah... if you're a lesbian, why are you teaching sex?" The whole class erupted in laughter, with his friends dapping him up like it was the funniest thing they'd ever heard. Corny? I know.
Mrs. Linda's face flushed bright red. She opened her mouth as if to respond but then closed it, clearly struggling to find the right words.
Once again, poor thing.
Then the bell rang, signaling that class was finally over—my favorite sound of the day. I quickly shoved my notebook and pencil into my bag and rushed out of the school building. Coral Gates wasn't the worst school I'd ever been to, but I never got the chance to really enjoy it. I didn't make any friends here. Actually, to be exact, I made zero. Senior year was almost over, and I hadn't joined in on any of the senior pranks, parties... I didn't even go to prom.
My thoughts were interrupted when I saw police cars blocking off the street I usually take home. Curious, I found myself walking toward the nearest cop.
"Um, excuse me, sir, what happened here? This is usually my way home," I said, tapping him on the shoulder to get his attention.
He turned around, and I glanced at his name tag: Officer Rufus Cosby. Huh. Sounds like a dog's name.
"Ma'am, this road is closed because of a crime scene. You should get going. The city is going under curfew in about three hours," he said, the strong scent of coffee wafting from his breath.
Curfew? That was news to me. Maybe they'd mention it on the news later. I turned and started walking a much longer route to get home.
On my way, I couldn't stop thinking about the curfew, so I texted my roommate to see if she knew anything. This must be serious if they were locking down the whole city. I glanced down at my phone when her reply came in:
Me: Hey, do you know anything about the city going under curfew?
Jessica: I heard some stuff about it at work, but no one knows the details. Why?
Me: Police blocked the road I usually walk on. Said it's a crime scene, told me to get home because of curfew.
Jessica: Sounds like something serious went down. I'm on my way home. Please get back soon.
I quickly texted back a simple "ok" and started walking faster. Then, my phone started ringing. My heart stopped when I saw the name flash on my screen: Mom. Ugh. Should I answer? No, I can't deal with her right now. But if I don't, she'll keep calling and spamming my phone. I sighed and declined the call, immediately putting my phone on airplane mode. I knew if I just hung up, she wouldn't stop until I answered.
You're probably wondering why I wouldn't just pick up. It can't be that bad, right? Well, it is.
As soon as I turned 18, I moved out of my parents' house and as far away as I could. Different state, different life. My mom had my entire future mapped out before I was even born. She was set on me becoming a doctor and controlled everything, even locking me in the attic for hours to study. No tech, just me, textbooks, and the cameras she installed to watch me. Any guy who ever tried talking to me? Yeah, they vanished. I knew my mom had something to do with it.
I couldn't take it anymore. One day, I packed my bags and bought a one-way ticket to Florida with no plans and almost no money. I met Jessica on that flight. She had just lost her parents in a car accident and was moving into their old house. She offered to let me room with her after hearing my situation , and of course, I said yes. I know, it sounds sketchy—moving in with a stranger—but I was desperate.
Ever since then, my mom has been calling and texting, begging me to come home. How could I? She still believes she's the perfect mother and did nothing wrong.
My thoughts were interrupted when I bumped into a guy wearing a hood. Before I could even apologize, he quickly sped past me toward a nearby gas station.
What the hell is his problem?
But then I noticed the blood. Fresh stains on the concrete. A lot of it.
"Hey! Are you okay?" I called after him, but he didn't respond. Didn't even look back. Weird... and rude. I kept walking, knowing I still had a long way to go.
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