Love, Drugs, and High School

Prologue

Prologue

Annabelle

          “It was great to see you again!” I said, giving my uncle a hug. “I really had a good time.”

          “Are you sure that you don’t need a ride home? I would be glad to give you a ride,”

          “No really, I’m fine. My boyfriend is coming to get me.” Emmett was coming to get me so that we could go on our romantic evening together. I couldn’t wait!

          “Well I’m going to wait until he shows up. I see all of the riff raff on these streets.” He wasn’t speaking as my uncle anymore but as a police chief.

          “It’s six o’clock, I’ll be fine,” I tried reassuring my uncle, but it was no use. He wasn’t leaving me alone.

          Where are you? I sent Emmett. It would be an understatement to say that I was anxious for him to come. He always surprised me with something special. He was the sweetest boyfriend ever.

          Fifteen minutes later, I had heard no word from him and I started to get worried. “Uncle, I’m so sorry, but I think I’m going to have to ask you for a ride home. I don’t know where he is.” Saying everything just made me worry a bit more.

          My uncle nodded to me and started walking over to his car. How could Emmett do this to me? He just left me on the streets. What if I was alone? Then what would I have done?

          I guess I slammed the passenger door a little too hard, because my uncle said, “Its ok, I don’t mind. I like to spend time with my niece.” He shot me a mustache smile.

          Putting a fake smile on my face, I did the best I could to not let my emotions make the best of me. My uncle was right; I never did get to spend time with him. This was nice.

          “Don’t get yourself into too much trouble,” Uncle teased.

          Giving him a quick hug and a wave good-bye, I walked in the house. “Annabelle?” My mother’s voice called to me.

          “Yes mom?”

          “Emmett brought you home already? I thought you guys were spending the evening together?” She seemed a little worried and stressed as she came out into the hallway.

          “I thought so too,” I mumbled, but not loud enough for my mom to hear.

          “Is everything ok?” I nodded my head yes, not wanting to upset my concerned mother.

          “So how was my brother?”

          “Great,” I said, not really interested in the conversation. I tried to get around her, but she stopped me.

          “How was Emmett?” Goodness mom what was it, twenty questions?

          “I didn’t see him?” My voice was quavering. He really upset me. I was just lucky that my uncle was there this time. If he wasn’t, I wasn’t sure what I would have done.

          “So my brother took you home?” My mother asked, the puzzle pieces finally clicking in her head.

          I nodded my head subtly, looking at my feet. Could I just please go to my room? “I’m sorry,” she said, wrapping her arms around me.

          Once I escaped my mother, I darted into my room. Sitting down on my bed, I began to think, what could happen to him?

          All of these ‘what-ifs’ flooded my head, making me panic even more. He wouldn’t forget me, would he? What if he got grounded? No, that wouldn’t happen.

          Again with the what-ifs! My body was too tired for all of this emotion. The simplest answer that I could think of that put me to peace was that I would see him tomorrow. That was the beauty of summer.

          I must have fallen asleep, because when I awoke, the clothes that I wore with my uncle were still on me.

          The clock read that it was eleven p.m. I sighed, knowing that I would be going back to sleep, but first, I was changing out of these jeans.

          After picking out my pajamas, I swore that I heard voices. Who would be talking at this time of hour? My mother should be in bed, she had to work the next day. Father isn’t supposed to be home until six a.m.

          Of course, the first thing that comes into my head is that someone is breaking into my house. So I slip my pajamas on and grab the flashlight that I kept beside my bed.

          As I crept downstairs, I was careful not to make as much as one noise. What if they heard me? They could kill me.

          I stopped dead in my tracks when I realized that the voices that were talking were my mother and my uncle.

          Instantly, I felt extremely foolish, having come down the stairs with a flashlight held in my hands like a baseball bat. Setting the flashlight down quietly, I crept down the rest of the stairs silently, trying to make out what they were saying.

          My uncle’s voice was low and unreadable, as well as my mother’s. When I saw them talking in the kitchen, I decided just to walk right in, pretend that I was sleepy.

          Messing up my pajamas to make them look slept in, I started walking towards the kitchen, immediately hushing my family.

          “Annabelle?” My mother said, her voice quavering a little bit.

          “Yes?” I asked, looking at her with sleepy eyes.

          “There is something that we need to tell you.” By the look on her face, I could tell this wasn’t good.

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A/N

So I started this new story and I really wanted to post it! I dedicated this to Cfunnybunny179 because she made me this awesome cover that I really do love. So thank you! And please let me know what you think!