Larsadie

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~Lars POV~ 

 As Sadie continues to walk me home (while we hold hands), the rain continues to come down, and doesn't show any signs of stopping. Seeing my house up ahead, I quickly pick up Sadie bridal style, and run the rest of the way. As I make it to the steps, I trip a bit, and falls on my chest, luckily, Sadie didn't get hurt. I curse in pain, letting her go and rubbing my ribs. Sadie gasps softly, 

 "You ok-"

 "NO" I snap at her, and I slowly stand back up on my feet, and Sadie holds my hand again, opening my front door. As I limp in, I wiggle off my drenched coat, and Sadie helps me into my living room. 

She chuckles under her breath, "When did you become such an accident prone?" I feel my face start to burn,

"SHUT UP"

She laughs some more. Then she becomes serious again, "You gonna be ok while I go back home?" I nod and wince, trying to adjust myself. Suddenly, she kisses my cheek and ruffles my hair, 

 "See ya tomorrow Lars." As she starts to leave, I watch her from behind and smirk, seeing her sway confidentially out of the room, her head held high proudly. 

  That's my girl... 

 Once I hear the door slam shut, I slowly get up and groan in pain.

 "Stupid ribs." I say, digging my fist on the ones that hurt the most, trying to get used to the pain. As I wobble over to my home phone, I couldn't help feel like I forgot something. Something important. I look at my voicemail, and see I have one missed call. I press the 'PLAY VOICEMAIL' button, and wobble to my fridge, and look through my food. 

 "Hi, this is Lars, sorry not sorry that I can't come to the phone right now. Try again later *beep*" I chuckle at my voice mail, and grab the milk carton, and open the cap, and start to chug. 

 "Happy birthday darling." I stop and spit out the milk, feeling my heart rate go faster. 

  That voice... 

"It can't be." I drop the milk out of my hands and it splatters to the floor. 

 "So sorry I and your father haven't been in touch sugar...but we have found you!" I collapse to the floor on my knees, covering my mouth with my hands. 

 "N-No...not her- not them." 

  My 'parents'. 

"We will come to this 'Beach City' place as soon as possible darling- oh; and happy 15th birthday-" I then hear mumbling before she can continue, then she says. 

 "Sorry- 17th birthday." Then, the voicemail ends. I try so hard to get myself back together again; and I stand up, accidentally stepping in the spilled milk. 

 "Oh shhh-oot." I say. I bend down and pick up the bottle and take one last sip, and put it back in the fridge, slamming the door shut in anger. 

  This can't be happening...not now. 

 Now that everything is back to normal. 

~Sadies POV~ 

 "This still can't be happening, not now; now that everything is back to normal." I say to myself quietly as I see my house up ahead, remembering that my 'father' is back. 

 How does this even happen? 

 Why is he even back? 

 I walk up the three steps, and open my door, and hear the TV on, and it's at MAX volume. Gun shots and explosions come from the TV, and I know right away, that my mom's not home 

  great. 

Quietly, I shut the door, and try to tiptoe to the stairs, but then I hear Darens voice yell, 

 "Where were you!? I told you to get back as soon as possible!!" 

 "I did." I say, as calm as I could. He huffs. 

 "That's a bunch of lies..." Right when I put my foot on the first step, he yells again, 

 "Yo Sandy! Get me a soda!" I shut my eyes, feeling the pain as he actually forgot my name. I walk into the kitchen, and see it's a complete mess.

 "I'm gone not even for more than 30 minutes, and you made a mess..." I mumble, and he pauses what he's watching, 

 "What did you say!?" I gulp, and go quiet. As the house goes completely quiet finally, he unpauses the TV and the loud sound comes back. As I get an idea, I take out a soda, and shake it up. 

  Never done this before. 

 I wonder if it works. After a few seconds of shaking the soda, I walk to Daren, and almost cringe in disgust. 

 He took off his flannel shirt, and has a sweat stained white t-shirt on and his dirty jeans somehow got even dirtier, and his shoes are off- and his socks. Before I can even hand it to him, he snatches it from me, and I make a run for it, sprinting up the stairs, and stopping at my door, hearing the pop of the can opening, then he screams in anger. As quick as I can, I slam my door and lock it shut, and then with all my strength, I move my dresser right in front of the door. Backing up, I hop into my bed, and hide underneath the covers. 

  I wish this was a bad dream.

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