It was one night at the beach when a teenage boy washes up onto the shore, breathless, dazed and confused. No one knew who he was or where he'd come from. And Rowan Mercetti was willing to find out. But, she hadn't planned to set herself up for dang...
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The thought spiraled throughout my mind, the boy will be stationed in my home. Standing in the living room, opened mouth and teary-eyed, I shifted upon my heel and inched towards the stairs.
"Rowan," My father chimed sorrow fulfilling his usually cheery tone. "I'm sorry, he had nowhere to go."
"She'll get over it Nick, just give her time." Officer Jolie mocked, sounding uninterested and dull.
Ignoring his apology I sprinted upstairs stopping in front of my mother's office watching as the movers gathered the remains on my mother's belongings. Through my blurry vision, I watched as the painters covered the yellow walls, with a dark burgundy color. Anger fulfilled my body, reminiscing all the memories my mother and I had in this room.
I zoomed into my room, shutting and locking the door behind me throwing myself onto my bed. I closed my eyes, how could my father let a complete stranger into our home without them knowing anything about themselves, better yet us even obtaining any information from the supposed amnesiac?
Reaching for my mobile phone I shoot Allison a text message. Allison responded rather quickly, drawing my attention from my father's annoyance. She's agreed to unite with me at our local park. Nick Mercetti, doesn't bother stopping me as I maneuvered through the movers, and out the front door. Hastily walking down the quiet street of my suburbs I pulled my jacket closer to my chest, shielding the cool winds from my chest.
Plugging my earphones into my ear, a song played into my ear from my playlist. All at once the sadness overwhelmed me and the silent tears flowed down my chilled face. Upon arriving at my destination, minutes later, Allison was sitting upon a metal bench patiently waiting.
Entering the park, a slight breeze rustles the leaves making them fall to the solid ground one by one. The pathway is nothing more than dirt littered with random pebbles. The old swings are stationary and there is barely even a soft whisper from what leaves remain in the late autumn trees.
"Hey Roe." Allison politely greeted swinging her legs back and forth on the bench.
"Hello." I whispered sitting beside her on the rusting metal bench. "You'll never believe what my father has done."
"Sheriff does a lot of things." She conveyed tucking a piece of her dark, curly ringlets behind her small ears.
"You know the mysterious boy we saved the other day?" I asked, anger consuming me the thought of my father's actions, replaying through my mind.
"Yes, how could I ever forget? That's not something you exactly forget about, pipsqueak." She verbalized, tittering underneath her breath.
