I Ate the Apple

Chapter 7

It's a week after I moved in and I'm so happy.

I've seen Channing every day.

Today is a really good day and I haven't seen anyone yet.

I'm planning on going store shopping so I can start opening another CC22.

I told Channing I'd call him today. It's noon and I'm eating lunch.

My phone starts ringing.

I'm doing money work and calculating how much I can afford with this new place.

I have over a million in saving.

I own a CC22 in every state. I have way more than a million but I donate a lot of it.

I look at the money in my account.

Two dollars in checking and savings has fifty cents.

What the fuck!

I start checking what I've bought.

My account was broken into.

What the fuck!

I pick up my phone and google the banks number.

I'm on my Macbook laptop.

Mom starts calling me.

"Hello?"

"Hey." She sighs. "We gotta talk."

"Uh, okay, can it wait?"

"No." she says.

"Okay. What's wrong?" I ask, pushing the bank issue aside.

She takes a deep breath.

"I need you to promise you won't freak out."

"I promise."

"Well, your Aunt and Uncle are out of jail. Your aunt found your location and she's coming to your house right now, with your uncle. I'm in the car on the way there, but nobody else was answering the phone."

"How long ago did they leave?"

"An hour." She says. "I left the second I found out."

"Okay." I say.

"Are you okay?" Dad asks.

I'm on speaker."

"Yeah." I say.

I hang up on them.

Oh my god.

I am not okay.

I take a deep breath.

I'm about to have a panic attack.

Music.

I need music.

I run to my purse and go digging through it.

My ipod is gone.

What the fuck!

I remember yesterday that my purse was open.

Channing and I went to a restaurant and I went with him to the counter.

My purse was open when we got back to the table.

No.

I have all the photos of Channing and I on there.

All my memories.

No!

I check find my iPhone and it's offline.