Chapter-4: Sorry

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As we enter the room, I feel like an outcast. You know there are sometimes just somethings no matter how frequently you do it,you just aren't being able to get used to it or become a part of it.

The underground base is something that for me.

The place is filled with hundreds of people. Drunk people. The air is filled with a beautiful fragnance of mixed alcohol and cigarette.

How refreshing.

All of the patrons yelling out their bets and are in the process of creating hearing problems for people such as sweet little me by overexercising their vocal chords.

Hot. Sweaty bodies. Noisy hyenas with plastic bags as for clothing and deep voiced cats who claims to call themselves as 'men' but actually are bunch of stupid drunk weirdos who can't seem to keep their money in their wallets.

What an ideal hangout spot for two 15 year old teenagers don't you think?

To you this might be weird. But for Chase, this is everything. He's way of defying his family's so called high standards.

Everyone in the base, knows Chase.He's loaded. He's father might hate his guts,but his mother pampers him a lot and makes up for the lost time in his childhood for not not paying attention to him by throwing money at his face.

Chase Navan doesn't give a flying pigeon about them. Cause they have always compared him to his perfect brother. This rush of  adrenaline is his escape from reality.

"Your ID?" The gaurd asks me as we enter the base.
"She's with me." Chase says to the gaurd and the guard nods at us.

"Chase bro, what's up?" A man asks and pats his back and he indulges in conversation with the guy while holding my hand.

After watching 3 matches and at 8pm of night we are out here in the open fresh air.

"I'll drop you at your home." Chase says and I nod. It's too dark right now. Even if he said he won't, I would drag him by his ears to take me home.
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As I enter the room, I see my mom waiting for me on the couch. She's peacefully sleeping.

Did she not go to work today? She never misses work. She must really sick if she's missing work. Gosh. What have I done?

I grab a blanket from my room and lay it upon her.

"I'm sorry" I whisper. And leave the room.

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