John had to go home, to get the gold that he found. I'm going home too. I believe the police are surrounding my house. Which isn't so smart of me to go home.
But it's what I have to do. Plus, I haven't seen my parents in weeks or even days.
I entered the house. Not a cop in sight.
"Olive?" My mom asked. "Is that you?"
"Mom!" I yelled.
"Olive. Steve! Our baby girls home!"
"Liv?" My dad asked.
"I'm home," I said.
My dad rushed over to hug my mom and me. It feels refreshing. Like, I have something to fight for.
"Listen. I can't stay long," I spoke hesitantly. I backed up from the hug.
"What? We just got you back," my mom said.
"I know. I know."
"You're not leaving again. I won't let-," my dad started.
"Dad. I have to."
My dad got frustrated and angry. I'm going to miss them so much.
"I love you guys. And when this whole thing settles down. I'll be sure to come home."
"What can we do to help?" My mom asked.
I looked at them and smiled. "Don't tell the police I was here."
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"You stole a sheriffs car," I complained.
"Yeah. It's my only way of vehicle. How else would we have gotten to the boat. I got the gold as well," John B defended.
"Ooo. A package deal."
"Yep."
John B parked the car. I opened the door and step foot on ground.
"Wait," JJ said. "No way."
"No f'ing way," Pope exasperated.
"I'm sorry," Kie said.
"Not who you were expecting?" I jested.
"Not at all," Kie said.
"Shoupe let him take it for a spin." I looked over at the sheriffs car.
"You've got to be kidding me. Liv!" JJ expressed.
"There's my boy," I joked.
He got off the boat and ran to give me a hug. I didn't want to let go. But I know that I have to.
"I've missed you. So much," I chuckled.
I could feel tears fall down my face. It made a puddle on JJ's shirt.
I let go to hug Kie and Pope.
"I got the Phantom for ya. She runs like she was made yesterday," JJ said.
"After sitting in the garage the whole time. That's unbelievable," I jeered.
"You two ready to go?" Pope asked us.
"Where's Sarah?" John B asked. He looked around at everyone.
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Love is just a game-Rafe Cameron/Pogue story
Teen FictionOlive Monroe. The typical teenage girl. Drama and boy problems. Not to mention, parental issues. She always felt like there was something missing. A part of her that needed to be fixed. Little did she know...it was a psychotic Cameron.
