"Is it money that you want? Cause look dude, I don't have it right now. Maybe next week or something-" he looked at her in utter mockery. As if their talk was all giggles and for the exchange in badinage. She gave a look of disgust.
"What?" he only snickered at her, triggering the most confused look shes ever pulled.
"Alright. Laura, its about your mother. You know? Remember? You have one of those I recall. She got put in prison for a crime that didn't even happen? You know her right." Laura gulped as the memories flooded through her brain, remembering them as if they we're happening right in front of her eyes.
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"NO YOU CANT DO THIS!!! THIS ISN'T FAIR!!" her mother yelled, kicking for freedom, screaming Laura's name. The officers dragged her away, saying the same god damn line they would to any other crime doer.
"Do not fight back. Anything you do and say will be held against you by the court of law." (or whatever they say idk its rlly fucking annoying that's all i know)
"W-wait... my mom didn't..." the 9 year old stared at the situation in shock. Her small voice couldn't bring out the voice. Her mothers flower printed apron had bloodstains, blood all over the kitchen floor; sinking into the white tiles. She found her father lying on the ground. His eyes we're open, life drained out of him.
Or was it?
"It couldn't be..." her chapped lips quivered at the sight. A stern voice merged from the light, walking into the scene. "Miss, you cant be here."
"There is a little girl here!" another voice shouts.
"Take her away from here!"
"I'll take her sir, she's my sister."
She felt a hand grab hers, as she continued looking back at the horrid sight behind her. Her tears blurring her vision. The scene seemed to fade like a lost memory as they walked.
"Laurie, don't look." the voice says in a comforting voice. She felt hot tears cascade down her soft pale cheeks that now turned into a shade of pink as you could hear faint sobs as they walked outside the home. She looks up at the brunette male who continued to hold her much smaller hands tighter. As they walked more and more, they slowly faded away from the horror, like another lost memory, burned from the narrative of history and time.
"J-Jack...mommy.. she didn't.. it.. I--" he quickly interrupted her, crouching to her height.
"I know. Don't think about it okay? Lets just keep walking."
And after that, she lived with him for a couple of years.
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Laura snapped back into reality. The memory only lasted for a mere second. All mashes into a second. "Tch. I don't understand why you still call them MY parents. Their your parents too you know." she claimed, spiting on the ground, taking out a cigarette. He chuckled.
"Whatever. I don't wanna be the son of a "murderer" and a "faker" and not to mention a poser." he made it clear that he was very annoyed by the un-anticipated bolt of memories flowing in his mind. She badly wanted to laugh at him, make just as much of a mockery he did of her but she knew this was serious.
"You know damn well she didn't do it. My father is very well alive and very much doing fucking well. As much of a prick he is for doing that, he's practically the one keeping me alive here. I cant do anything." Laura admits defeat to the situation. "So anything you say cant possibly-"
"Your mom escaped prison. And I have possible evidence that could take him to prison. For good. She can help us. But we cant possibly do that job without your help."
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"God, which fucking junkyard!? There are like 3!" Ross groaned in frustration, leaning against the brick wall. They were both settled in the middle of an alley way. The girl looked around, then back at him.
"The nearest one. The most popular. Where all the teenagers drink, and have all of their stupid college/ high-school drink offs and get laid yadaydaya... I know which one I guess." she scratched the back of her head. He immediately stood up correctly, looking her straight in the eye. "Are you kidding me?! Why didn't you say anything before!? Lets go!" he grabbed her hand, rushing out the alley.
She hesitates. "Alright lets go." He trots right behind her, looking around struggling in the dark. She viewed him in the corner of her eye.
Oh, right. She thought.
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eyyyyyy its getting mystical yooo
Kinda got ideas for next chapter so im good to go i guess *sweating*
iM going back to school next week *from break* (i have regents break a.k.a people who dont have regents ( WHICH ARE bIG tESTS THAT HAPPEN ALL WEEK FOR STUDENTS DEAR LORD SAVE THEM) *IM TAKING THAT TEST IN JUNE SO WISH ME LUCK!! :O* and that are in highschool dont go to school woo)
I dont want break to endddddddddd :c make it last FOREVERRRRRR D:
Yeah... SO i might go dead at one point because of school. i HOPE NOT because im really enjoying updating often and writing this story in general.. :)
mAYBE ill be able to update in the weekends possibly when school is bacc again ughh
Thank you for your previous comments in the previous chapter c:
Looking forward to next update!!!!!
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Fanfiction"They always say that dyslexics are actually born to be very successful in life. I never believed that, until I met you." ------------------------- Ross lynch has had dyslexia ever since he was really little. His mother started to notice his behavio...
