Chapter VI

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Once up and awake I call my mother. The phone rings and eventually she picks up.


"Hey, Mom," I say and walk to my closet.


"Parker! It's so empty at home without you," she says the sadness obvious in her voice.


"Yeah I miss being home too," I say with guilt. If I told her about the party she would surely die of a heart attack.


I lay dark skinny jeans, a white v-neck shirt and a grey long cardigan on my bed and start to get dressed. I put my mother on speaker phone.


"What are you going to do today?" my mom asks.


"I think I'm going to ask my friend if he wants to look at cars with me," I reply.


"That's great hun, and your making friends?" she says.


Once I get fully dressed I pull on socks and curl my hair.


"Uh, yeah, his names Simon," I say, "he's super awesome."


Shes stays quiet for a little bit until I break the silence.


"He's just a friend, Mom," I reply a little annoyed.


She laughs and says, "Oh well that's good. I'll have to let you go, okay?"


I tell her bye and apply makeup. Then, I call Simon.


"Hello," his voice is filled with sleep.


I giggle, "Did I wake you?"


He laughs and replies, "Yes, you did. And I'm super pissed about it."


I giggle again.


"I was wondering if you wanted to go look at cars with me," I say.


"Of course! I'll be there in twenty minutes. Is that okay?"


I tell him yes and goodbye. What am I going to do why I wait for him? I decide that I should update my Wattpad story.




He looks at me and snarls. I draw my sword, the last resort I have and stand up. Blood drips from my nose.


"Poor, Evelina. You couldn't even save her. She had so much trust and love for you and you didn't have the guts to save her," he says.


My vision goes red as I imagine how I will kill this son of a bitch. I lunge at him with my sword but he dodges and manages to punch me. I lunge again and catch him by surprise. My blade cuts his cheek. He grabs his face and I drop my sword and grab his shoulders. I push him against the wall, my arm on his neck, cutting off his oxygen. He pants but smiles.

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