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"You ready?"
'Nope' was what I wanted to say because I honestly don't think I'm ready for this.
"As ready as I'll ever be," I say as I open the car door.
I look over at Owen who's in the drivers seat and begin to get more nervous.
It's been so long since I've seen her. Now I'm not only gonna be meeting her, but her new family.
Her new family. I stayed up all night last night trying to wrap my head around it all.
I've only been gone a little over two years and she's already started up a whole new life.
Closing the door I turn and look in the back seat only to find it empty.
"Where's aunt May?" I asked.
"She didn't want to come."
Go figures.
She told me not to hold a grudge, but yet she does the exact same thing as me.
"Ohh."
I can only imagine the look of disappointment written on my face because Owen turned around to face me.
He sat awkwardly in his seat and looked at me in my eyes.
"You'll be fine. You are much more stronger than her. Hell your stronger than me."
"Sure bout that?"
He laughs a bit as he turns back around and starts up the car.
"Mentally stronger. I mean look at these guns your definitely not physically stronger."
"Oh gee thanks O."
The joking around even though it was minimum made my nerves dissipate a bit.
Owen goes to buckle his seat belt and then stared over at me.
"Huh?"
He points at my chest and says," Seat belt."
Nodding I grab the strap and put it on.
"Good?" I ask.
He smiles happily and puts the car in drive.
Pulling out of aunt Mays drive way and down onto the busy rush hour road.
"Two hours and counting." I jokingly say.
"Two hours and you'll be standing in front of your mother after what? Two years."
Two and half actually, but I don't wanna tell him that. I'm pretty sure he already dislikes her from what I have told him about her.
"Yeah," I reply and rest my head on the seat.
As we drive we past stores and houses that remind me exactly where I was a year ago.
Bumming around this side of town going from one house to the next.
Thinking back on it I don't know what the fuck I was doing.
I was a fourteen year old homeless drug addict.
If you would have told me when I was little that that would have been me I would have run away crying.
In school they tell you drugs are bad and as a child you vow never to even look at them, but for some that isn't enough.
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