-November 25th, 2016-
"Chres." Melanie shakes my shoulder.
"Hmm?"
"Wake up."
I turn, laying on my back. "You sleep better last night?" I ask.
She nods, "Yeah."
"Where is little Melanie?" I ask.
"Sleeping in her bassinet." She tells me, looking over at it. We had gotten it cleaned.
It's been about a month since we moved into the apartment. We have the air mattress, a couple chairs, a little table I found on the side of the road, and the fridge and stove that were already in the apartment.
"I have another day off." I smile, looking over at the calender.
"Great." She smiles back. "I'll make breakfast while you shower."
"Thank you." I smile.
"You're welcome." She tells me. "Oh, and Shay wants to come over for lunch."
"That's fine." I nod. "I have to take care of something later, I have to leave around two, but I'll be back before five."
"Okay."
I grab my clothes and get in the shower while she starts on breakfast.
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"I'll be back in a couple hours." I promise.
"Okay, be careful." Melanie smiles.
"Bye, Shay." I hug both of them.
"Bye, Chres."
"Bye, baby Melanie." I wave at the baby, who laughs in return.
Then I head to my destination.
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At nine at night, I leave the apartment to handle what I've really been waiting to do all day. Sneaking in the window, I carefully close it. I'm currently in my old room. I need some of my things. I hear my parents arguing with someone downstairs, but I take this as my chance to get my stuff. They were supposed to be gone.
I grab some more clothes, and a couple pairs of shoes.
After I hear the people downstairs leave, I sneak to the basement. In here was a radio, my old one. I have a plan.
Melanie always talks about music, she's always singing. Music is a big part of who she is, so I came up with a plan. The other day, I told her I walked by a house and there was a woman that looked just like her, I was wondering if it was her mom. I asked where she used to live. Now that I have her address, turns out she lived around the corner from where I lived, I can get her CDs.
I put the radio in my bag, it had a CD player. I also grab my speakers. I hurry out of the house, to Melanie's old house. Someone was actually home, so I take a minute to observe. Her stuff is either in the basement, or the room with music notes on the curtains.
I think it'd be easier to get into her room. So that's what I do. When the coast is clear, I get to work.
Opening her window was easy, they didn't lock it. Her room looks like a normal room, except everything is in boxes. There was one marked CDs, and I open it. It was a big box. And it was filled. She had to have at least two hundred CDs.
I put the box in my bag, but it doesn't fit, so I get my duffel bag out. I put the box in there and look around. A locket. She's always reaching up to grab a necklace, but it's never there. She told me how much this locket means to her. It was her grandmothers.
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Under The Bridge(Chresanto August)
FanfictionSixteen year old, Chresanto August, is all alone on the streets of Baltimore, Maryland. He left home, fed up with his parents behavior. When leaving, he only brought what he could fit in a book bag. A few pairs of clothes, a small blanket and the ne...