Hidden Life (on hold)

Chapter 28 - part 1:

Here is part one and it is 500 words. I have only written one part because that's all I had time for but lots of you were asking me to update, so this is for you. First comment on my chosen chapter gets a shoutout and if you comment the correct number between one and ten, you could also get a shoutout. (Both seperate comps so you could do both if you wanted)

Hope you all enjoy;
Xx - Charlie

The car trip was 'totes awks' to say the least. Every time I would reach for the volume control for the radio, he would slap my hand away and go back to driving. That meant that the car was almost completely quiet the whole drive- I mean, it's not as if we were just going to strike up a random conversation and become instantaneous besties!

I don't even know why I went along with him dragging me cause, you know, curiosity killed the cat and all, but I guess I just couldn't help myself. It was simply too tempting to find out why Ryan was so desperate for info about this gang and why he thinks I know about it and who he found out from.

My thoughts focus on the driver of the car who is sitting next to me, Ryan. It seems that he knows who I am, but at the same time, he has no clue at all.

Pulling onto a quiet street in the rich side of town, we approach the car park of a supermarket. But when we pull in, he goes straight past and through a small car-sized alley way type road (dunno what to call it) and pulls into a smaller sized car park and stops the car in a spot before getting out and walking away.

It finally registers in my head that I should follow him or I would be left alone in the car in an unfamiliar place where I won't be able to go back to school or home. So I get out of the car and jog up after him as he reaches behind himself with his keys in hand and locks the car, leaving a 'beep, beep' sound to echo through my head. He doesn't check to see that I am following.

We reach a door and he pushes it open and I hear the little, welcoming jingle of the bell warning that we are here. The door hits me in the face as I walk through. Ryan let it close on my face. Such a motherfvcking gentleman.

Taking in my surroundings I see some sort of what I assume to be a superstitions shop- there are crystals and glass balls and mirrors and tarot cards all over the tables, benches and walls. There is a desk up the back with a door leading to beyond the shop stationed behind it. The door is partly opened and I almost get a shock when a head suddenly peaks through.

"Oh, Ryan my boy! What are you doing here? Come on through, come on through!" Says an older looking lady with greying hair and gentle wrinkles on her face. She smiles politely at me. "You too dear- any friend of Ryan's is a friend of mine".

"Oh, no mother. We are certainly not friends". He rolls his eyes and walks towards the door before looking back at me. "Aren't you coming? We have a lot to talk about".