Teenagers » Tate Langdon

|[09]|

1993
Halloween Morning

                 It was around nine thirty in the morning when Alicia heard a familiar tapping of pebbles hitting her window. She peaked outside, only to see Tate waving at her, glancing at the door every now and then just to make sure when to hide if Alicia's father ever came down to check. Knowing her very apathetic father, Alicia just couldn't get why he wanted Alicia to stay away from Tate, considering that they've been friends for almost six years now.

                  "Just a sec!" Alicia whisper yelled, opening her window wide enough for her to get out and step firmly onto the roof. She would dread it if she dare fell down now. She heard footsteps marching towards her room, sending her heart in a pounding frenzy. She knew it was her dad. She knew how he walked, how he marched, the long, loud strides he took across the creaky wooden floors. She started to hurry, as much as she could with the careful pace she was taking. The door opened, just when she had closed her window. She was able to see the angered face of her father, and God, did she know that she'd be in big trouble once she got home. She scurried over to the edge of the roof, looking down at Tate who gestured for her to jump. "Come on! I'll catch you!" He exclaimed, no longer caring whether or not the female's father could hear him. George was already there, there's no turning back now. Alicia, glancing over at her dad who had opened the window, peaking his head through to glare at her, realized the same thing. There was no point in turning back now. She looked back down at the blond boy who held his arm out, ready to catch her in his arms. Which did she prefer? Her father's cruel fists, or the cruel, inescapable clutches of gravity?