I slammed the apartment door behind me as 3 more shots were fired. I calmly walked down the carpeted hallway and down the stairs. I didn't bother to run away. Darla, well she would get arrested if she open-fired in the hallway of an apartment building. If it was just fired in her room, which it was, she could easily fix any damage done and claim the noise to be the starting of a horse race on the television.
Once I got outside the building, I waved over the nearest taxi and gave him our address in the small town of Belding, Georgia. I silently cried in the backseat of the taxi, trying not to let the driver see me like this. Throughout the whole ride, terrible 80's pop music came on the radio and the driver started to half dance, using one hand to drive and the other hand to mimic a microphone as he also sang to the music. That most certainly did not make me feel any better.
After a 15 mile drive, I finally was standing back in front of my home. All of the police tape was gone, all of the sheriffs were gone, all of the TV reporters were gone. It was just me and my house. Trying to contain all of my expressions, from anger to confusion, from joy of escaping and sadness of losing a possible friend, I went up to the front door and rang the doorbell, hoping Mom was home.
No one answered. I rang a second time and stood on the front porch. After a moment, I heard the door unlock and the door swung open.
"Sarah?"
A/N: Man, 25 parts! Without your support, I would have not been motivated to write! I thank you all! Sorry that this chapter was short, thought that readers love cliffhangers! <3 Amanda
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Nightmares Alive
Roman pour AdolescentsSarah Martel is your ordinary girl. However, things become not so ordinary when something affects her life in ways she won't ever predict.
