Chapter 25. Not Like Us

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Rose's Point Of View:

Disclaimer: If I offended anyone with the whole XXXTENTACION and Drake theory, I'm sorry. This is just my personal opinion.

It's, 8:20, and I'm just reading more Twisted Love, hoping to finish it by, tonight or tomorrow. I hear a text, go through my phone, 

Charlotte: Can I stay at your house tonight

Charlotte: I got into it with my parent again

Charlotte: Well my mom ig

Charlotte's never really had the best relationship with her parents - mostly her, mom though. Her mom and her just never really saw eye to eye. Also, her mom is really accusing, and controlling, she shames her for everything, and she doesn't respect boundaries. I can see why she basically hates her mom.

Me: What she do now 🤦🏽‍♀️

Charlotte: What didn't she do is the real question

Me: Damn I'm sorry girl I wish I could let u stay here for the night but I already know what they gonna say 😒😕

Charlotte: Plz just ask u never know

I get up from, my bottom bunk, where I read, chill, and sleep. I don't use my top bunk it's just kinda there.

My older sister Zara used to sleep on the top bunk before she got her own room. She's gonna graduate this year too along with Enzo's older brother Romeo. It's cool how we both have older siblings the same age. She's planning to go to Stanford, for her the entire four years. I think she has a really good chance at getting in, with an IQ of like 113, so her chances are pretty high.

I stretch and grab my phone and AirPods when I get up from my bottom bunk. As I walk out of my room, I hear my phone ding.

Charlotte: Did u ask

Me: Hold up I'm walking there now

As I turn the corner, I see Mom and Dad's door is closed - and apparently locked. I knock,

"Mom. Dad. I gotta ask you something."

I hear something fall.

"Hold up, give us five," Mom says.

Okayy... like my brain doesn't wanna go to that but like... And their door is only locked sometimes, also another part of my brain doesn't think that, and I'm just being wrong. 'Cause their light being is on. I wish Zara was here, but she goes to a boarding high school across the city.

After two minutes of waiting, I hear their door open.

"Sup?" Mom says in a green dress, with earrings on. And I can smell her perfume. And Dad's in a black tux. So I guess my brain was just braining. I hate my brain sometimes...

"Ooh, where you guys going?"

"A work event. Also might go on a little date," Mom says. Of course, but why didn't they tell me this like yesterday?

"Oh." I open my mouth to ask how long they will be out before Mom lets out,

"We'll probably be home around," she pauses, looking like she's trying to find out a really hard math problem, "12 or 1"

"Okay," I shrug. I love being home alone, so I'll enjoy these next few hours. "When are you guys leaving?" I ask.

"Uhh hopefully..." She pauses again, "Ten minutes the event starts at 9:30." After she says 10 minutes I can only hear Juice saying,

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