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I sat on the couch with the fake key in my hands. It's been four days since my friends came over. What Lindsey and Stacy said had kept me thinking ever since they left. The two main questions on my mind were: Why would Ron give me a fake key? Did Ron really love me or was it all fake?
I attempted to wrap my head around it and stare at the TV in front of me. Since I wasn't pissed off at my mom, I decided to call her.
"Lori? Thank goodness your okay!", Mom said, "Where are you?"
"Mom, I'm letting off some steam. I really don't want to come home right now. I'm living at a friend's house for a little bit.", I stated, "Mom, I need to ask you something."
"What is it?", mom asked me.
"Why would Ron give me a fake key?", I asked.
"I....don't know, Lori.", Mom answered.
"Okay, then I have another question for you.", I said, "Did dad ever tell his military buddies that he wasn't really in love with you?"
Mom sighed, "Yes, Lori. He did. We got passed that though."
"How?", I asked, tears streaming down my face.
"I don't remember, honey. It was a long time ago.", mom said.
"That's what I was afraid you were going to say.", I mumbled.
"Honey, the best way to get past something is to talk it out. Have you spoken to Ron since?", Mom asked.
"Yeah. He called me. I swore at him and hung up.", I explained.
"You are way too much like your father, Lori. Ron hasn't left your room since you left. He's worried about you.", Mom stated.
"Fine. I'll think about coming home. Don't tell dad or Ron.", I said and heard honking from outside, "I have to go. A friend is taking me shopping."
After saying bye and receiving one, I hung up. I walked outside, still in my pajamas.
"Lori! What the hell! Why aren't you dressed?", Lisa asked me.
"We're leaving now?", I asked.
"Uh, yeah!", Lisa said, "I told you we were leaving early to get the best deals."
"Let me change really quick.", I said and ran into the house.
I changed into a black short sleeve shirt and blue jeans. After grabbing my phone, wallet, and house keys, I got into the car with Lisa.
"About time.", Lisa said with a smirk.
"Oh shut it.", I said and she started to drive toward the dealership as I buckled my seatbelt.
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When we got to the dealership, I smiled.
"Cool huh? This is the place where I got this beauty.", Lisa said, referring to her car.
"It's nice.", I said, "I'm getting a truck though. Not a car."
Lisa nodded and we walked around. I spotted a few nice trucks but none of them I really liked. I walked over to a black 2015 Chevy Suburban and Lisa walked up behind me.
"Ooh, this one I like.", Lisa said, "Too bad I'm not buying. Well, technically I am but the car is yours."
"Lisa, you don't have to do that.", I smiled, "I can pay for it myself."
"Nope. This is my 17th birthday gift to you. Even if it is really late.", Lisa said.
"Thank you so much.", I said and hugged her.
"Anything for a friend.", Lisa smiled and hugged me back.
I filled out the paperwork and Lisa paid all the money for it right away. I watched them drive it out of the building. I followed them out with Lisa not far behind. When they parked it, a male around 22 came out and handed me the keys.
"Have fun.", he said and walked back inside.
Thank god it has DC plates. I have no idea how they got them but they did. On the way back, Lisa and I talked over speakerphone.
"So, your heading back to DC?", Lisa asked.
"Yeah. I'm going to talk some sense into my boyfriend and figure out why he gave me a fake key.", I answered.
"Your ex-boyfriend gave you a fake key?", Lisa asked,"To what?"
"His truck. Somehow it still started.", I answered.
"I'll help you pack.", Lisa said and we pulled up to our houses.
I backed into the garage and let Lisa in before closing the big garage door.
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