𝐃𝐄𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐃

13

HER PREY

I guess all the news about the accident distracted Maeve from telling anybody else that me and Dylandra had been spotted in the car together. And anyways, so what we were in the car together- that wouldn't confirm we were messing around or anything, would it?

I couldn't even be on Instagram and watch people stories and shit the way that I wanted to because everybody around here was talking about the damn car accident. Niggas act like we don't be having accidents here or something.

In my opinion, the reason why the story is buzzing so much is because on the news they admitted that most of the people involved were minors later on in the day. I guess that piqued people's interest and made them want to know which one of their classmates had been so unlucky.

I was confined to my bedroom, banned from leaving it, and all that I had for company was fortunately my phone, a bag of potato chips, and my journal.

Someone rapped their knuckles against my door and I hid my phone and journal, pretending to just be eating as my mother entered my room.

She was stuffed into a tight, fancy dress that was once a strong royal blue. Her lips were painted on, the Cupid's bow expertly curved in her scarlet red lipstick, and her short hair was curl creamed to death.

"Me and your father are going out to dinner. He made his first paycheck," she declared. "You can't leave here and we'll be back...whenever," she waved her hand around. "Only call if it's an emergency, otherwise, figure it out."

"Okay," I nodded, crunching on a chip.

"And stop leavin' the leftover's out on the corner after you take them out the fridge. I don't want roaches in my potato salad."

"I left them out so Dad could get some but he went to bed early last night," I explained.

"Oh...alright. Still," she shrugged.

"Have a nice night," I gave her a weak smile. She left out and I pulled back out my phone. I'll be damned if I'm stuck inside. The accident wasn't even my fault and I wasn't even drunk. My mom will do anything to have me miserable and grounded, but hell, I'm happy to still have my life when both of my friends are still struggling at the hospital.

I'm gonna go out.

I waited until both my parents were gone before I started getting ready. Since the only two people who bothered interacting with me were out of service, who would be the next best candidate?

I didn't have Dyl's number still, but maybe I could swing by her apartment and hope that Lowen wasn't over. Maybe she'd want to go somewhere with me, wherever that somewhere ended up being.

After I had my hair perfect and fluffy, a few strands in front of my eyes, I put on a jean jacket and some matching black jeans, my Jordans, and a sparkly silver belt at my waist. My Ethikas peeked out over the belt and stood out against my darker clothes because of its dark purple hue.

Since my parents had taken the SUV, I didn't have a ride. I brought my house key and my phone with me, locking up the apartment and jogging down the steps. I already knew that my parent's wouldn't come back home until early tomorrow morning likely, my dad stumbling in drunk and my mother supporting him on her tired shoulders.

I walked across the way over to Dyl's, noting that some lights were on in her apartment, at least.

Very hesistantly, I knocked on the front door.

If Lowen happened to be over there, maybe I could just lie and say that I was selling Girl Scout cookies.

Shit, I don't know-