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Chapter five.

Aliyah Rain.
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The elevator is not moving. The elevator is not moving. The elevator is not moving. My mind repeats.

I hate elevator's, that why I always take the stairs.

I sit my stuff on the floor and walk over to the buttons, repeatedly tapping it .

" Lemon, Lemon it's stuck. " He takes my hand away from the button. " No, it's not stuck. It's just a little slow. " I put my hands on my head.

" Scared of elevator's, huh? " He smirks evilly. I shake my head, " No. I hate them, especially broken ones. "

The floor creaks and it makes a cranking sound, the walls of my throat starts to close in.

" Li- " He starts to talk but I interrupt him. " Shut it, Orson. " I try to focus on breathing. Why hasn't anyone tried to get us out of here? My father should realize my car is parked outside, and I'm still in here.

" Your real pale, Lemon? You sure your not scared? " He questions snarky.

I don't answer, before rolling my eyes and sitting on the ground propped up on the wall. Tapping the tips of my fingers in a pattern, I track my breathing pattern.

Blane crouches down, lifting up my face that was lowered. " C' mon, take deep breathes with me. " I sigh and accept.

He inhales, I do, He exhales, I do. We continuously repeat that pattern for about 3 minutes, before I've finally caught my breathe.

" Where did you learn that? " I relax, he sits down in front of me.  " My little sister does that sometimes, I've learnt to try everything with her and that's the only thing that works. "

" How many siblings do you have? " I rest my head on the wall. " 4, Blaire, she's 13. The one I have to help sometimes, Boston, she's 6. Blaken, he's 8. Then there's my favorite, who I considered like my kid. Her name is Brynn, she's 4. "

I've always wanted a sibling, but never got to have one. My mother said having me about killed her, so she couldn't have anymore.

" They sound sweeter than you, I bet they are. " I laugh slightly.

" Blaken is absolutely evil, being 8 years old doesn't stop him. He has literally woke everyone in the house up, because he grabbed one of my fathers guns and shot the babies crib at the time. The baby being Brynn. " He shakes his head, at the ignorance.

" Your household sounds crowded, and crazy. Mine has always been quiet and lonely. " I shrug. " I much rather have the loudest household, then have the quiet one." I smile thinking about it.

The door is jammed open, we both look in the same direction.

" Back up! " A voice call, we both slide to the farthest end and I hold my ears to silence the cutting of the elevator.

Arms wrap around my shoulders, pulling me into a chest. Hands place on top of mine, helping.

The door is finally open enough for us to crawl out, he taps my leg for me to open my ears. " Here, let's get out okay? "

I nod, he hands me my stuff as I pull myself out from his chest.

Everyone helps ensure I get out safe, as they do Blane. He lets me get out first, and when we both get out, I thank the firefighters for helping.

We both head out to our cars, and I see my beautiful corvette. My baby.

I get in, he rolls down his window. " So it was you, who stole my spot. " I look at my car, then the ground. " I guess, I did. Well, too bad. "

Before he speaks, I pull out revving my car. Speeding out into the distance, I see a car pull up fast to my window.

" Race me, Lemon? " He tilts his head to see me. I nod. " Let's do it. " I count to 3 before we both step on the gas petal.

Drifting against every curb, we stop before we hit the bridge. I won, obviously.

Rolling down my window, " Loser. " I laugh. He shakes his head. " You definitely cheated, Lemon. "

" No, I didn't your just slow and a sore loser. " I do a little victory dance.

After bickering back in forth, we finally came to an end. The only reason it stopped was because a car pulled up behind us.

I wave to him, driving on the path of the road. We get to a stopping part, I drive left and he drives right.

I honk at his car, multiple times as he does to mine.

After a few minutes, I pull into driveway at my house. Getting out, both of my parents cars are outside.

The door is propped open, I knew something was wrong because my mother screams when I leave the door open for longer than 5 seconds.

I grab the hidden gun in the compartment of my car, and slowly start to walk in.

My father is laying on the ground in the kitchen, my mother is pinned against the wall by a man dressed in black.

I aim towards the man, shooting him 2 times. The high-pitched sounds ringing my ears.

My mother drops to the ground, clasping her neck for air. The blood of the man runs on the floor, I gag.

I help my mother up, taking her to the couch and calling 911.

Starting to walk over to my father, there's no blood on the ground which is a good sign I guess.

I pull his head into my lap, waiting for the ambulance and police come.

I'm normal to this stuff, I've saw worse. At 8 years old, I walked in on my father and other men beating this man.

That's the only time I've really been traumatized, but it was 8.

I mean I learned to shoot a gun, at 12. Which hasn't been my best skill. I'm better with knifes, I always have been.

It's an unhealthy addiction I have, but I love them more than anything in the world.

The paramedics and police rush in, they check on my father while the police ask my mother questions.

I sit back and watch it all, not knowing what to say or do.

One of the paramedics walks over to me, " Your father is alive, but if you wouldn't have fount him or called us about 10 minutes later he would've been dead. "

" Somehow he took a hit to the head, and got a concussion but bled none. There's a 50% chance he could have internal bleeding. "

I nod, " Thank you. I really appreciate it. " He nods and shakes my hand before rolling my father out to the ambulance.

My mother also is loaded in one, for precaution purposes. The police investigate the body and everything, before they claimed immediately the case.

' Break in, intrusion. Self defend. ' Thank God, cause I don't really feel like going through trial again over something stupid.

The police take it in the responsible to clean up the blood and body. If I would've cleaned it, I'd probably had thrown up everywhere.

Heading up the my bathroom, I get into the shower scrubbing my body and washing my hair with my Lemon & Vanilla shampoo and conditioner.

It smells so good. The best stuff, money could ever buy. Besides 4,999 dollar boots.

Stepping out of the shower, I get changed into something comfy. Jumping in bed, wrapping my whole body with the covers.

In minutes, I completely pass out asleep without bothering to turn any lights off in the house.
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