BACK TO START

BACK TO START : CH 9

So...its been three years...damn. I'm in college now, Forensic Biology major. I kind of got into the read rather than write aspect of Wattpad. This is the last chapter I wrote for BACK TO START before my three year hiatus. Sorry. Re-reading a lot of my stories and they sound so...childish and disorganized and inconsistent. If you want me to continue the story comment down below.

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Of course I'm crazy! Have you met me?:

Zoe prov

"So...now what?"

"I don't know. What do you want to do?" Max looks at me while we sit on the old swing set that was left by the previous owners of my new house.

"We could go shopping. For movies and video games and....food." I add with a smile.

"Sure so...the mall?"

"I'm driving!"

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*two hours later*

"OK so far we bought; five movies, three video games, and a whole cart of junk food. What next?" I ask looking at max for an idea.

"Well we could-."

"Hey, you fuck bag of dicks get back here!"

Some guy in a hoodie runs by us grabbing my leather satchel (because I'm not a purse or hand bag kind of person) and runs off down the way we just came.

He does realize that ways a dead end right?

"Hold my ice cream." I hand Max my ice cream we just bought and run full speed after the prick that stole my bag.

Because what normal person wouldn't right?

"Get back here you little shit!" I roar while sprinting after the prick. I can just faintly hear Max yelling for me but that doesn't matter what matters is my bag.

Now I know what your thinking 'its just a bag, calm yo tits.' But that's not true its a lot more than just some bag. A kid I use to know gave it too me and well...its the last thing that kid ever gave me or anyone else again...and its all my fault.

The rage I feel at myself and the memory cause me to run faster until I'm grabbing the guy by the back of his shirt and throwing him over my shoulder to the tiled floor of the ally way that we're in.

"Give me my goddamn bag before I curb stomp your ass!"

Calm down don't take out the anger you feel at yourself and that night on this pathetic bag snatching lowlife. It is not worth it.

Shut up.

Stay calm.

Why should I? Give me a good reason!

What would Sammy say?

Every fiber in my body freezes. My blood goes cold. I can't breathe.

Why can't I breathe...?

My chest hurts...

Pain. Heartbreak. And most of all GUILT. What else would you feel...-

No...don't say it...please...

What else would anyone feel if they-

please...

Killed their child?

"Ahhhhhhhh!"

You let the anger take control...that's not good...

Blood. Everywhere there's blood. Not mine. His. Sammy...

No not Sammy. Sammy's already dead.

Then whose?

Think. You can figure it out. What where you just doing?

...Running

Why?

...my...bag...was stolen.

And?

I...had to get it back...

So?

I chased after the guy that took it.

Because?

Sammy gave it too me. I had to get it back.

And now?

He's dead. The guy. He's dead. Took my bag. He's dead...

It's his blood.

Not Sammy's...

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Drake Hamilton's prov.

"Hey! Go get your sister a birthday present! Since you forgot last year!" Tyler Screams.

"I didn't forget last year! You gave her the present I got her and said it was from you!"

Sorry excuse of a father like him would though...

"Why you little shit...just get out!"

For fucks sake.

I get up from the couch and leave making sure I have my wallet an keys on the way out. On my way to the mall I stop at a red light.

Great. Fucking traffic...

I'm waiting for the light to turn green when a car pulls up beside me in the other lane. I take a quick glance and...

Shit...it's her...

That girl, the one that ran into me in the hall...

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