High Buns, Suitcases and Cigars

High Buns Suitcases and Cigars | 12

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Staying with Rowen wasn't bad nor was it good. I had a comfortable place to sleep and a good-ass cook, but Rowen's bipolary attitude threw me off. I couldn't understand why one minute, he would be apologizing and saying he's sorry, but then immediatley right after, he has an attitude and wants to be bitchy.

I tried asking him, but he only pushed past me to get to his room, where he slammed the door saying to leave him alone.

I decided to watch some tv, since that was the only interesting thing in this house.

The sounds of family guy blared from the tv, as I sat, laughing every now and then.

"That's nasty!" Cleveland said. I laughed, loving the dumbness of Family Guy.

I was interupted by the shrill ring of the doorbell being rung. My head snapped towards the door, curious. The thundering footsteps of Rowen coming down the steps caused me to turn my attention back towards the tv.

I could feel his gaze on me as he walked towards the door and opened it.

"What's up?" he said.

I turned my head slightly, watching him from the corner of my eye as he stepped outside the door. I could hear hushed whispering, and the sound of Rowen growling slightly. His face was rigid and furious as he talked.

Suddenly, he slammed the door shut in front of the man's face.

I stared, curious as to what just happened. Just as I was about to say something, he turned to me and narrowed his eyes.

"Don't ask who that was or what happened." he said, challenging me.

I nodded my head and snapped my mouth shut and turned back around.

Normally, I would go ahead and ask, even if they told me not to, but with someone like Rowen, you had the chance of him going off on you and potentially ripping your arm off.

He retreated back upstairs, muttering to himself as he did.

He held so much secrets that I wanted, no needed, an anwser to. He was reserved and didn't open up much and rarely tried to talk to me. Just so... mysterious.

One day I would get the anwsers, I knew I would.

Bored with the tv, I was about to go into the kitchen when all of a sudden, a big object flew into the window and a deafening crash rang out.

I shrieked and quickly ducked, not wanting to get hit. I peaked over the couch and saw a boy about my age stepping in through the window. He gazed around, before yelling out.

"Rowen! We need the damn money! Where the hell are you?"

I stayed frozen, hoping to god that this boy wouldn't notice me. I looked for something I could use as a weapon, to defend myself. I caught the handle of a knife underneath the couch and quickly grabbed it, clutching it tightly.

His footsteps became louder as he came closer to my hiding spot. I was shaking, praying he wasn't a killer.

I spotted the corner of his shoes near my hiding spot. I held my breath, waiting.

He stepped forward before stopping. I felt a hand grab the back of my shirt and yank me backwards. I crashed to the floor, still holding the knife.

"Who are you?" He asked, holding a bat in one hand.

"A girl."

His eyes narrowed.

"Don't play games! How do you know Rowen?"

"I don't. I'm a runaway, and he let me stay here awhile."

I vaguely wondered if I should of told him I was a runaway, as he could use it against me.

"Really? And why do I think you're lying?"

Glaring, I gritted my teeth in annoyance.

"I'm not!"

He bent down to my level, eyeing me.

"Even if you are, he got himself a hot one." He smirked, noting my discomfort as he said that.

"Well, he rarely talks to me unless he's going to be a bitch."

"Oh, I can defiently change that. If he's going to let a girl as good as you go, I'll defiently take you."

I clenched my teeth, disgusted and annoyed. "Like hell you are!"

My foot came in contact with his face, and I heard a crack. One hand flew up to grab his nose.

"Shit! You're going to pay for that you little bitch."

He swung the bat, aiming for my head. I rolled, barely missing the hit. Before I could crawl up, he grabbed my legs, dragging me back. He flipped me over roughly, before quickly straddling me.
,placing my arms beneath his legs.

I struggled to no avail. "Get off me!"

He smirked. "I like it here actually."

He placed his hands on my throat and squeezed. I choked, as the air slowly started to escape me. My lungs burned for air, and my throat became dry. He loosened his grip, and I gulped in a huge gulp of air.

Two voices spoke out suddenly, one that I realized as mine.

"S-stop. Pleasee!"

"Jace, you have ten seconds to get your hands off her or I'll come over there and rip your fucking head off."

Author's note: soo this was a long chapter! && rowen's not in a gang, itll make sense in later chapters.