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* ~ Chapter 14 ~ *

"Ronnie."

I snapped out of my zoned out state. I was very, VERY confused. But I realized that I zoned out like a weirdo. This was normal, because I got ADHD. How I continued on living, most people don't know. But I was in fact, really used to the lifestyle I currently have. My home life is nice, but my health and other things... not so much. I didn't really care either way, as I was grateful for at least having a nice life.

"What is it?" I asked, still confused.

"Like I said before, I saw bad men. REALLY bad. I just had to get you to safety. You can thank me later." Dexter said, as he put a hand on my shoulder. This comforted me, as I usually request people to hug me or do something similar in order for me to relax.

It sounds weird, but that's just the way it is.

"So... What now? I'm not safe, I'm not sure if I could go home, my life is changing weirdly, and I've already found out enough about my backstory. Even then, I sitll don't feel as if it is completed yet. Obviously it isn't. Nowadays, I'm going to be dead set on solving the mystery about me, and I will continue on. But I don't want those bad men to get me."

I don't like this. I don't like this at all.

"Well, you can go home," said Dexter. "But, just be careful, okay?"

"I know how to be careful, Dex. I'm fucking 10 now." I chuckled. "Little slut."

Dexter's shock looked certainly unreal. "YOU DID NOT JUST CALL ME THAT. TELL ME WHY YOU LOOK LIKE A BENCH PRESSED CRAYON."

I scoffed. "Oh yeah? Tell me why you look like Cinnamoroll. Nah wait, that ain't Cinnamoroll, that's Dinnamyroll. You are thinking you're in some cool 1980s New York movie, aren't you? Wayfair don't even got what you need! Shut your stupid ass up before I blow your bitch ass cunt offbrand Stanley cup looking ass away, and I'll blow you up hard."

"Jesus Christ." Dexter looked absolutely bewildered after I said all of that. "You done yet?"

"Now I am." I took a breath. "I had to, you know? Seemed logical to me!"

"What type of logic is that?!"

"Uh... logic. Just valid logic."

"Oh my God..."

We both chuckled a lot. Currently, I am questioning the levels of sanity I have, along with Dexter's levels of sanity. At this point, it was clear that we had no sanity whatsoever. Both of us began to walk together when we felt it was safe. And the walk was surprisingly calming. There was a sense of peace and tranquility during this time. Despite this, doing it alone was always the best for me, as I was never a people person, and I still am not that much of a people person due to my antisocial, kind of blunt, and timid personaility.

"Well Ron, I gotta go now. Bye!"

"See ya!"

He left after that; we went our seperate ways. During the walk, it was a bit chilly. It was at that moment I knew I should've wore my chullo and a jacket or cardigan. I was kind of used to it though, as I would do things like train at combat and learn survival with my dad. Everyone questions that, and it was because I knew it would be useful later on. Besides, skills like fighting, combat, survival and more are usually efficient.

.......

When I got home, I didn't see Ate. I went to the basement, and she was in the theater room, picking something to watch. I ran up to her and scared her by getting physical with the chair she was sitting on. "WHAT THE HELL?!" She jumped off her seat. "How am I not used to this...?" Ate muttered.