Coming Home In A Body Bag |Urban Fiction

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'Chicago Illinois 📍

Teresa p.o.v ✨

That night I made a couple mistakes.

I regretted going to a nightclub even though I was underage.

I regretted not listening to my conscious.

Most of all... I regretted not listening to my parents who told me to study instead of going out and partying.

But who listens to their parents anyways?

"Cam said this club was lit T...like really lit." Wendy told me over the phone.

I looked down at my half written essay. "Since when?" I asked narrowing my eyebrows.

They hated eachother. Like...they argue all the damn time.

"He was just spreading the word, that's how I know cause I know you don't talk to anybody." She said.

I twisted my lips. "Yea okay." I shook my head. I don't think I believed her.

Wendy and I have been friends since high school. We havent really had a fallen out..but we've been into it a couple times. Mostly about boys.

It's like every time I talk to a guy she'll be all buddy buddy and start liking him low key.

Then the next thing I know their dating. I didn't really care so I'd brush it off and say fuck it.

I just don't give a fuck.

Now I have a boyfriend of two years and they don't get along at all.

"Well I guess I'll come, I need to get out the house anyways." I mumbled looking around at my empty apartment.

"Yes! Okay get ready. I'm picking you up this time." I smiled and shook my head.

"Alright."

After I hung up the phone my Dad called right on cue.

He calls almost every night to check up on me and to make sure I'm doing my school work.

College isn't all that fun, believe me.

"Hey Daddy." I said standing up walking to my room. "Hey babygirl.. what up?"

He asked. I opened my closet and picked out a cute outfit for tonight.

"Nothing much, writing an essay." "That's my girl, I was calling to-"

"Check up on me..I know." I mumbled bending down to my row of shoes.

"Yea and to make sure your not partying like that one friend you have."

I laughed when I noticed he was talking about Wendy. "No I'm not, I'm actually thinking about staying home tonight." I lied.

I hated lying to him but he's so overprotective. My Mom isn't like this at all.

She lives in a condo in Manhattan, New York after she divorced my father.