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"I'm home!" Mom yelled closing the front door behind her.

Kendall and I were sitting on the kitchen counter talking about Mackenzie like we usually do.

"Oh hi Kendall, spending the night?" Mom asked putting her bag on the counter and kissing the top of my head as well she did with Kendall.

"Yes" Kendall said singing the "s".

"We should start making this house a Christmas one"

"Don't start mom" I sighed.

"Guess who lives down the street?" Mom asked glancing towards the outside.

"Santa?" I asked.

Kendall nodged me hard on the ribs "Rude" She mumbled.

"Gino" Mom smiled.

"Okay I'm done with this conversation" I said throwing my arms up in surrender. I grabbed my keys and ran out to my car.

A few minutes later I speeded away from my house. I turned up the volume of the radio before glancing towards a shadow. Sh!t I groaned.

I just hit something.

I pushed the door opened and ran towards the front of my car.

I didn't just hit something, I hit someone. Gino....

"Gino!" I yelled as I dropped on my knees. I gently placed Gino's head on my lap. "Can you hear me?" I asked placing my ear to his nose and mouth.

My heart beat was faster, sweat came swimming down my face along with cold tears. "Gino please!"

"Help" Was the only thing I could think of. I glanced over the houses but nobody was there.

Gino was wearing work out clothes.

I noticed a boy on a bike and yelled for help but he stared at me for a few moments and ran away.

I scared him.

"Gino hold on please" I cried.

Minutes later the ambulance rushed in. "What happened?" One of the paramedics asked, he had blue eyes and blonde hair.

I stared at him not being able to say.

I hit him.

"Who are you?" The other paramedic asked. He had darker skin and black hair.

I'm who to blame.

"How long has it been?" The first paramedic asked.

Does it matter?

"Are you coming?"

Am I coming?

"No" I shook my head. I turned around and jumped into my car.

"Where have you-" Kendall asked but I cut her off by running to my room slamming the door behind me.

This never happened.
I never hit him.
I never hurt him.
I just imagined it.

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