I wake up at nine a.m. my arms ache and hunger gnaws at my stomach. I sit up and then walk down to the kitchen. I see my dad. I don’t wanna talk to anyone right now. Ugh. I walk to the fridge and get some milk. I grab a bowl and the box of granola. Then I sit down at the table. Big. Mistake. “Sup kiddo?” my dad asks.
“I don’t want to talk dad.” I say scooping a big mouthful of granola into my mouth.
“Come on. Talk to me,” he says.
“Ok. I need you to drive me to the hospital later.” I say.
“Ok. Can I ask why though?” he says.
“Austin. All of last night. I can’t explain.” I say. I start to tear up a little.
“It’s ok. I’ll drive you whenever.” he says. I force a quick smile then focus on my cereal.
I walk upstairs after finishing my food. Then I get dressed faded jeans and a dark blue Beatles T- Shirt. I comb my hair and brush my teeth. I floss around my braces. I grab a pony tail and wear it on my wrist. I put on a pair of tan fake-leather flip-flops. I grab my phone. Slide phone not iPhone. “Dad can we go now?” I ask. My dad grabs the keys to our cherry red mini-cooper and walks to the car. He’s wearing an Avett Brother shirt, from the first concert we saw them at. He gets in the driver’s seat, on the worn leather seat in the mini cooper we’ve had for years. I duck into the passenger seat. “The hospital on main dad” I say. I’m anxious. My leg is bouncing and I can’t stop it. When we get there I thank my dad then walk in. I’m not sure where to go so I walk up to the main desk. “I need to go and see someone here.” I say to the women at the desk. She’s in her late 4o’s with fading blonde hair.
“Who is it girl?” she asked
“Austin Core.”
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The Final Call
RomanceWARNING! This story could trigger some readers! Please use caution! Ally had never lived an ordinary life. She was a successful, published author before high school. She'd always had her troubles, but nothing like this. When her boyfriend tries to...
