𝐵𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑣𝑒 𝑀𝑒 (𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑜𝑜𝑘)

Blast to the Past

All night had been shockingly fun. Even everything leading up to the car chase. But not because of Carmen.

Because of the adrenaline that had been pumping through my veins the whole time. I had been been used to car chases and shootings, so it shocked me when instead of being bored, I had fun.

Fun being chased by a car that most likely could've caught up to us if it didn't run off the road— because of Carmen. I really didn't think she had it in her.

I knew someone was coming to the event to cause trouble, that's the reason I went. To figure out who it was. Most likely one of Diego's men.

But the idea of it being someone else peaked my interest. I was invested in finding out who it was— as if I don't already have enough going on in my life.

My sister always used to say I was crazy for constantly involving myself into dangerous situations such as these. She would question why and I would quickly shoot her down even though I knew the answer.

I needed to preoccupy myself.

If I didn't I'd get bored and do stupid shit, way more stupid than always putting myself in danger. Such as kidnapping a woman from your childhood.

I knew I recognized her from somewhere, but my memory was hazy as fuck and I couldn't think of how I knew her.

But I'm determined to find out. I wonder if she knows. Well, there's no way for her to know considering the fact that she doesn't even know my name and I've completely changed since when I was a child.

I had to change. For my sister, for myself, for the better. But sometimes it still feels like nothing changes. Like I can never get a break from all of this bullshit.

There's a knock at the door saving me from the depressive things that are my thoughts. "Yes?" I call out.

Soon Carmen comes in and begins talking, loudly. I finally get out of the haze I was in and make out what she had been saying.

"What the fuck was that?! You put us in so much danger last night! For fucks sake! You even walked when you were trying to hide us behind that table." She yells, reminding me way too much of my sister.

"And don't even think for a second that I didn't see you smiling during that motherfucking car chase!" She scoffs and paces around my room.

I rub at my temple as I get out of bed. Still clad in nothing but my sweatpants I walk over to my closet and close the door to begin rummaging through it.

I still hear her pacing and yelling through the door, which I choose to ignore as I finish getting dressed and soon walk out of the closet and past her.

She follows closely past me chanting my name to get my attention but I ignore her. I walk over to the cabinet that hold all of the medicine and immediately move for the ibuprofen.

I chase down a few with some water before turning to her. "Are you done?" I don't wait for her to respond before I'm speaking again. "Great. Go upstairs and wait for me to get back."

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I really didn't need to go anywhere. Well, except for a drive to clear my head. I'm currently parked with a cigarette dangling from my fingers.

My headache has finally dissipated, and I'm now just debating on going home. I need to check on Carmen, the fucking head case.

I finally decide to go home and flick my cigarette out of the window, roll up my window and take the car out of park.

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"I have to get out of this damn house!" My mother wailed to my father. I watch from the staircase as he takes her into his arms and begins to rub her back.

"I understand." He coaxed, I place my hands on the banisters debating on going down there or going upstairs.

Upstairs. I decide. Going downstairs would only make it worse, way worse. I slowly crawl up the stairs being careful to not let my blonde head poke up, or my hand to hit one of the creaky spots of the stairs.

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I stir awake at the sound of a door creaking open like the doors at my old house. I tip toe to my door and slowly open it to see him walking into his room.

I can't tell if he chooses to ignore me— like earlier— or just genuinely doesn't see me because he doesn't even acknowledge my existence.

"Ahem." I hiss out and that seems to help him see me.

"Hello." He drawls out slowly. "Is there something you need?" I nod but take a second to speak up.

"I want to know why your creeping around the shadows of your own home like this? Oh, and also what the hell you name is." I ask jokingly even though I genuinely want to know.

"Call me Kai." He answers quietly. A sense of relief washes over me because of how I finally know what to call me.

And then a sense of dread hits me when I realize Kai had kidnapped me and I was still in his grasp. Even if I wasn't in the other room.

"Also," I say before he can get into his room. I see his back muscles tense in the dark hallway. "Why won't you just let me go? Or kill me for that matter."

He doesn't answer my question he just says some more cryptic shit like always. "I'll get back to you on that one. Goodnight Carmen."

Before I can say anything else he slams his door in my face. Having no more regard for being quiet like before. God he's so fucking annoying.

I get back into my room and start pacing. Feeling a new adrenaline sensation and look around the room for any ways to get out.

I find a locked window with a screen tightly connected to it. I easily unlock the window and open it but the screen remains there and utterly untouchable.

I begin to rummage around the room and find a pair of nail clippers that look sharp enough to cut through the screen.

I start to cut into it and saw at it with the nail clippers a little more before yawning and climbing into bed.

Looks like I finally have a way to get out.

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I'm really excited for the next couple of chapters even though I don't even know what I'm gonna write🤷‍♀️

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