Wheelchair

THREE

"Mr. Peterson, it was nice doing business with you."

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Crap. I'm so dead. DEAD. You heard me. Dead. I'll keep repeating it until you get it. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead.

Riding home on my motorcycle I replay the speech that I'm gonna say to my parents.

...

Damn. I got nothing.

I rack my brain to think of something but nothing comes to mind that can help me from my parent's wrath.

The only thing I have is that it comes with a lot of money, but my parents don't care about the money.

As I keep thinking for a plan, I realise that I have arrived back home.

Well damn, wasn't that quick!

I suck in a breath and hop off my motorbike, taking off my helmet as well. I look to the sky, signalling that there would be a downpour, so escaping after I tell my parents was not an option.

As I slowly walk towards my house, I see the lights turn off and my parents opening the front door and stepping outside. They didn't know I was standing there until they locked the door turning around in surprise.

"Sweetheart," my mum calls, I hate it when she calls me that, "your father and I are going to dinner with some friends. There is food in the fridge, heat it up and if there are any problems just call."

I roll my eyes. She still thinks I'm little. "Ok, bye."

As they walk away, I breath deep breathes.

Looks like I'm safe. For now.

As I walk into the house, I passed the living room and the couch looked so welcoming. I look towards the stairs, than back at the couch. "Stuff it," I say to no one, and just like that, I threw myself onto the couch and fell into a deep slumber. I'm kidding, I just took a nap.

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I woke up from the sound of the door ringing. I groaned not want to get up from my comfortable position on the couch.

I look at the time and it reads 7:30pm. Who in their right mind would come knocking at my door.

I groggily get up and practically crawl my way towards the door. As I look through the peephole, I see Danny standing there. What could he want at this time of day?

I open the door and look at Danny with an annoyed face. Danny first looks at me smiling, than he looks at me weirdly. "What crawled up your a** and died?"

I narrow my eyes slightly at him, than instantly decided to ignore his previous comment. "What do you want Danny?"

He looks at me funny, not knowing what I was talking about and then he gave me the look of remembrance. "Where going to a bar to celebrate your..." he trailed off not knowing what to say,"... accomplishment.

"No." I was too tired to go.

"Come on," Danny whined, he reminds me of a girl sometimes. "Zach. Zach, ya there?"

I shake my head slightly. "No."

"You have 5 minutes. Hurry up."

I close the door on him, there was no arguing with Danny. He could find 99 ways to make me go. Yeah, you guessed it. Danny is majoring in law.

As I walk up the stairs to my bedroom I almost tripped because one of my sister's toy was lying around on the steps.

When I was in my room, I headed straight to the bathroom that is connected to my room and look in the mirror. I had a bit of dried up saliva. My hair was also sticking up in different directions. I ran my hand through my hair multiple times and washed my face.

When I looked decent, I headed towards my closet and found black jeans and a navy button down shirt. I chucked them on and headed out, making sure to grab my phone, wallet and keys.

I texted my mum where I'd be and locked the doors. Danny was waiting in the car and as I got in, I nodded my head to Danny. And then, we were off.

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A/N

Well there you go. Sorry for the slow update, there's this thing called school.

BTW I forgot to say at the start, but I'm a girl writing in a guy's POV. So... don't judge if he is not manly enough cause I don't care.

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