How I lost you

PART 8

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BRENTS VEIW

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Theres no way out.

He walked in..

"Boy. I'm not sure what I'm going to have to do to you anymore." he said pacing. "I was thinking about letting ya go, but you have nowhere." he put his hand on his forehead. "Where did you come from boy?"

I didn't know if I should answer or not..

"Well answer me!" he slammed his fist into the wall.

"I came from Miami." I said quietly. "Where are we now?"

"We're in San Francisco Bay. You got a car?" he said ruffling through his hair.

"Yeah. At my girlfriends."

"Well do you promise on your god that you won't ever speak of this again?" he said in his hillbilly accent.

"Mhmm." I said nodding.

"If I go to jail, when I get out I will find you and I WILL kill you." he said pointing his finger at my face.

"Yes sir. Yes. I cross my heart I have a story already!" even though that was the first time I talked he acted like he was happy for me.. which I was pretty happy for myself too. I will go home and make sure my parents know I'm alright. Then go to Roses so she knows I'm alright also. I'm so glad I get to see them..

"Alright boy. I know you have a girl at home. So lets get you dressed up for her. Might as well. I have so much money I don't know what to do with anymore. Why not make a lad happy." he faked a smile at me. I didn't know if he was playing around or not.

"Ok," I mumbled.

"Well lets go now then." This time he really smiled. "Get in the shower, we're leaving in 10 minutes."

"Okay. What do I wear then?" I looked down at my dirty clothes.

"Go into my room boy and get a damn shirt then."

"Okay." I went to his room and got out a cut off that looked like he never wore it before. I kept my shorts though.

I walked out of him room.. it felt like weights got lifted off my shoulders.. I was gonna see Rose again! 

I got in the shower and rushed and put on his shirt and my shorts, I brushed my fingers through my hair.

"What the hell are you doing in there?" he screamed, "lets go now"

I left the barhroom and took all my belongings. I got into his yellow suburban and buckled my beatbelt.

"I'm really sorry about smashing your phone.." he said looking down, he reached into his pocket and handed me an iPhone.

"Is this yours?" I asked.

"No, I called in and got your number put onto this phone. No more shitty slider for you young man." I could tell he was faking a smile at me. It definitely wasn't real.