Risk It All

Chapter 1

Cu·ri·os·i·ty

A strong desire to know or learn something.

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Screams. What an amazing way to finish a friday.

I'm getting used to it. Since last month, there's not a week where this don't happen.

I was the kind of child that was afraid about divorce. But now, I'm not like that anymore. I know that's going to happen, and it's getting closer everyday.

Things started to get weird last month. Everything was normal, just like always. This was our biggest mistake. Everything was too normal to be true.

One night, after dinner, Dad told me and Sophia to go upstairs because he wanted to talk to our mother. We did what he asked, but after closing my bedroom door, we listened to yells and rude things coming from the dinning room.

Since that day, Mom and Dad barely talk to each other like human beings.

I'm tired of this bullshit. Most of all because of my Dad acting weird around me.

"We must do something, Stella. This can't keep on going on this way."

Sophia said and layed on my bed.

"It's been a month. A damn month."

"Can you just shut up? I'm trying to think about something but you can't keep your mouth shut."

"Ouch."

Sophia's nice. But sometimes, she gets me out of my mind. Like today.

"I gotta go." I said.

"Where are you going?" She asked.

"Out for a walk. Don't follow me." I grabbed my phone and left the room, leaving my sister by herself.

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Santa Monica is beautiful in the summer, just like it is in all of the seasons. All those people around with their friends, laughing around. It was quite sad, from my point of view, because most of the time I was all alone. And the music on my headphones wasn't helping at all.

The truth is that I never really felt comfortable at home. I don't feel like I belong here.

The night took the place. It was already late. No more cars on the street and darkness decided to visit the beach I was standing on. I had to go home.

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When I got there, everything was quiet, and dark. All I could see was a light in the office, but everyone was already sleeping.

In that moment, I had an instinct to go and see what was going on.

Wish I hadn't.

The computer was on and the email was left unclosed. I got closer, so I could see what it was.

1 Unread Email.

To: georgia.davis@gmail.com

From: harris_linton45@gmail.com

Subject: -

Hello Georgia.

Where are you? After years giving me news about Stella and everything, you disappear for a month? You can't just simply do that! It's not only about you and her. I wanna know too. Please, send me any email as soon as possible, because you know, thats the only thing I have, due to the fact that you never sent me a photo of her.

Hoping to get an answer.

H. Linton

God.

What the hell.

What the damn hell.

I shouldn't have come here.

Without thinking about anything, I pressed the "Print" button on the keyboard, and after waiting a little I grabbed my own copy of the email and went to my room.

All I could think about was a place to hide this. Who's this guy and what does he want from me? Why is my mom giving him all of these informations about me?

I had to discover.

So, in a instinct, I searched his name on the Internet.

I was trying to think on something that actually make sense.

It didn't work.

What an owner of a mechanical workshop wants with me and my mom? (Mostly with me)

I had three simple options:

- Do nothing

- Talk to my mom, which would obviously be the most simple and easy option, but it could also make things worse.

- And last, but not least, find this out alone, which would be the most difficult and less likely.

I don't even have to say what's my choice. Summer break is beginning, and I have a lot of free time. This was going to be tricky, but I can make it.

Thinking about all of this and creating loads of possibilities in my mind, I took a shower. The hot water fell on my shoulders, and I hurried on washing my body. Wrapped a towel around my body, and dressed myself in pajamas.

It took me a couple minutes to fall asleep. I had so much to think about.

Maybe fate has found its time to drive me insane.