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Louisa Lloyd

"I'm going for a walk!" I shout when my feet are already out of the house.

"Okay! Be sure to come back soon!" Scott yells back and I fist bump the air.

I really need to catch some air.

My legs take me to our spot. I run my fingers through my hair as the sun hides behind the green hills in front of me. I sit with my back against the tree Isaac and I have sat on for hours, remembering the old times.

It hurts.

But I push aside the terrible avalanche of thoughts as a scream echoes around the small place. My eyes perk up as I register where the sound comes from.

The distinct sound of someone calling Isaac's name, right to my left. That's when I notice that Isaac's house is just around the corner. That's where the scream came from.

Front door slamming open, Mr. Lahey rushes down the steps to the yard in time to see Isaac tear into the street on his bike. I don't notice him until he is speeding down the street.

"Isaac!" I call, now right next to his father, who eyes me with suspicion. "What the hell have you done now?"

His eyes twitch with malice and I shake his shoulders. He doesn't react, he just runs past me and into his car, ready to drive after his son.

"Monster..." I whisper under my breath and follow the car.

Isaac's father speeds down the dark road as raindrops begin pelting my face. Taking turn after turn, my heart beats faster for Isaac. Who knows what he's doing through. I know this is the ending of my frequent vision. 

And I absolutely despise it.

I feel the tears heating up my face as they run down my cheeks. That man should go to jail for the things he did to his son. I almost hit the back of the car as Mr. Lahey slams on the brakes and I make a turn to the nearest alley.

That's where I see Isaac's bike lying in front of me.

It takes a second for my brain to process this information. He went that way. I point at the left side with my hand. But something tells me I have to go the other way.

Mr. Lahey steps out of his SUV and into the rain. He makes a cautious approach toward the bike, noticing me right next to it.

"Isaac?"

He squints through his glasses as they begin to fog. It's cold.