Dropped

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Kingly's POV

Bright, colorful lights flashed behind us, my head whipping back, while we zoomed past cars who had pulled over onto the side of the street. "Let me out, let me out!" I cried. "Let me out!" I whined again, banging against the seat.

"Shut up, Kingly, no one cares what you want right now!" My mom snapped back, slapping my head with her hand free of the wheel. I stayed silent for about a minute, but I couldn't take it anymore. "I don't even get why I'm here with you guys, or what your doing. Drop me off at home!" I demanded, flipping my hair away from the spot on my forehead my mom had smacked me. Even that little extra weight made it kill, but it was best not to complain. It's not like she hits me a lot, she's a good mom, she cares for me and we have a nice house but, she's been acting up now that she's been taking the painkillers the doctor prescribed to her.

"Please, me out! I can't handle this anymore!" I whined. "My head kills, in confused on why I'm here, and I just want to leave! Drop me off at home! Now!" I screeched.

"Drop him off at home, sweetie." My dad said nervously. My mom nodded, and mumbled "Fine, I'll drop you off at your new home." I didn't get what she meant, but I guess my dad did.

We turned left around the corner near Winskey's Furniture Shop quickly, and began to slow down as we got onto a long road. On one side, a big park, on the other side, a tall building. My mom pulled over to the right side, with the tall building. "Okay, bye my Kingly. Love you." She said, sort of indearing.

"I'll walk you, okay, bud?" My dad suggested. He got out and opened the back passeger door for me. I scooted across the seat to get out, grabbing my backpack from the seat.

My dad walked beside me, telling me how he loves me and how he will visit, without my mom. He patted my on the back and gave me a kiss, and watched the automatic doors open in front of us.

As the doors slid open, I noticed it had a red cross on it. A hospital. They dropped me off at a hospital. I don't get it, am I sick? I asked myself.

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