Can't Fight This.....

Task 6: Searching

ARIANA'S POV

I walk upstairs, and Chief is waiting for me. I stride past him, but he follows, much like an annoying child asking "where are you going?" Over and over again. I get tired of him, and abruptly stop.

"Y'know Mac, it's called stalking." I state.

"Why would you bring him here?" He growls.

"I was fixing Miley. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have my own shit to do." I dismiss the conversation, and walk into the garage.

I find Lexi perched on the back of the pickup truck, twirling strands of her hair as she flirts with a shirtless Taylor. She spots me getting into one of the cars, and makes her way over.

She leans down to rest her arms on my driver seat window sill. "So where we off to today?"

"We are not off to anywhere. I am going to visit someone." I correct her.

She looks taken back. "What? No way I'm letting you go alone."

I start up the car's engine. "Funny thing is, I didn't ask for you to let me do anything. I'm going on my own, Lex. You can't stop me."

She sighs, and moves out of the way as I put the car in reverse. Shortly after, I drive down the street away from the Hangout.  I keep my foot on the gas pedal, speeding past a stop sign. Such a rebel. My subconscious mocks me. I continue driving 'til I reach the quaint little house that holds all my childhood memories.

I park in the driveway, and hop out of the car. I walk up to the front door, unlock it, and just walk straight in. Well, I grew up here. Did you expect me to knock?

"Mom!" I call out to see if she's here. After a couple minutes, she emerges from one of the rooms in the back.

"Hey." She greets me rather stiffly. Well, she's not very happy about me being in a gang, plus I don't exactly come visit often.

"Where is she?" I ask, looking around for the little troublemaker.

"I don't know. She's off doing who knows what, and now she's skipping her classes." My mother tells me of my sister's latest habits.

"C'mon, Mom, you know Rina. She's always been very bullheaded when it comes to getting what she wants." I shrug, not surprised. Me and my siblings aren't exactly the easiest children to deal with.

She rubs her eyes tiredly. "I tried to send her off to live with your grandparents, in hopes that they would straighten her out, but they kicked her out after a week!"

"Nonna and Grandpa Grande kicked her out?" I ask her to clarify, seeing as I'm in disbelief. Even I didn't piss off them to that point.

"Yep. Said they were too old to have to deal with such behavior. Please talk some sense into her, because my last resort is boarding school, and I know she'll find away to make that go bad. She always does." Mom begs me.

"I'm not really the best influence, remember?" I remind my mother.

"I know, but at least your rebellious streak was after you finished high school. Please." She tries to persuade me.

"Fine. Did she say where she was going?"  I question.

"Nope. She probably went out to go do drugs." My mother assumes, and I feel a pang of guilt, seeing as I smoked some weed a while back. "Or she's out offering her body to some guy." Again, I'm struck with guilt, seeing as I was with Taylor a few days back. I keep these things to myself, though. I'm definitely not the person you use as a good example for your children.