violets pov
"Bye mom I'll see you later" I call out, as I grab my water bottle and run down the stairs.
"Have fun honey, I love you!" My mom responds.
Today is one of the block parties. The infamous block parties.
They aren't held by the actual neighborhood management them selves. They're held by a man who's lived here for 10 years. He's 35, bald with a beard, piercings, beer gut, and he's just the life of the party. He had the first one 3 years ago, and since then it's just been an every 3 month thing. Or honestly, whenever he feels like it.
Luckily for us, everybody who lives on our street likes to have fun. The street over apparently, is full of Karen's. Some of the neighbors over there tried to complain to the police, but since they don't own the neighborhood and the HOA hasn't complained.... they can't do anything.
It's not like the block parties are filled with any illegal activities or anything anyway. They just get a little loud, or wemight set off random fireworks. But it's not like we do it every weekend, so we don't see the problem.
Wesley, the block party guy. Lives about 9 houses down from me, so I walk there. He always says 7pm till whenever. Sometimes whenever is midnight, and sometimes it's five in the morning.
Even though I'm seventeen, my mom prefers that I'm having fun with people who live in our neighborhood, right down the street. So she lets me go to these without asking twice.
She dosen't want me to drink, and i"ll be honest, I haven't. But that's mainly because I am scared to get obliterated and embarrass or hurt myself.
Maybe if I had a bestfriend....
Oh wait, I did have a bestfriend.
Anyways-
My thoughts are interrupted upon reaching Wesley's house and seeing that his garage his closed and no one's there.
Oh.... I think to myself
Maybe he canceled and decided not to have it anymore. I mean, I was looking forward to having fun. But oh well.
I turn around to walk back to my house, but then turn back in the direction of Wesley's place.
Maybe I should knock.
No... that would be weird , I don't know Wesley that well.
I mean, I've been to four parties now, and he seems to like my presence...but again my ex best friend was the one who introduced me even though IM the one who lives here.
I refuse to speak her name, so now she's just my ex best friend.
just go, knock. A voice in my head says
And I listen..... I walk up to the door, raise my hand to knock.. but the door is cracked and swings open.
This is weird..... am I in a horror movie about to walk in and find Wesley on the floor covered in blood?
no....... Don't be ridiculous
I walk in, "Wesley?" I call out. I get no response, so I peek my head around the wall and I can see his kitchen table from here. There's decorations and a bunch of alcohol bottles.
"Wesley???" I shout, louder this time.
I look down to see muddy footprints on his kitchen tile, yucky.
Then I hear a voice, it's whispering but I can still hear it.
"What is going on?" I ask myself out loud. My eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
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