The story of my life (wattys2019)

Chapter 27

"Alexander, what do you think you're doing?!"

I stare at Charlie, the hormone in me made me carefree, "uh, smoking? Why asking?"

Charlie was in flames of anger, he took a deep breath before walking to me and snatching the cigarette, and stomped it, he put the pack in his pocket as for the lighter he threw it, he grabbed my arm firmly.

"Hey! Let go!"

"If you don't stop your nonsense, I'll swat you right in front of everybody!" He growled, his threat did work, I huffed allowing him to lead, we walked back to the room where people were moving around, guess the church was over. We found Margaret and the kids and headed to our car, Charlie still having a firm grip on my arm.

He shoved me in the back seat with the kids and we drove home.

I tried to make a run for the steps but Charlie grabbed my arm. "Where do you think you're going huh?"

"No where, leave me!"

"Enough Alexander! How dare you smoke in the church? Or even smoke?!" He yelled.

"What were you expecting of me? Listen to that goddamn lie?! God my foot! Is totally bullshit!" I yelled, the hormone still running in my system.

SLAP! The sound echoed in the room, Charlie slapped me. "Don't you say that!" His bright blue eyes turn darker.

"You have no right to hit me! If I am going through all this it is your fault! Who left me when I needed him the most? Who didn't come when I called his name all those painful hours with Anthony?" Tears welled in my eyes as I recalled all my horrible souvenirs.

"I remember looking at the door each day when I was seven, hoping you'll walk through and hug me, I'll allow all my tears out on your shoulders." I pause furrowing my eyebrows, replacing my sorrow with anger as I always do.

"But you never came! What were you thinking? After abandoning me for seven terrible years of my life I'll just jump into your arms and submit to your damn orders! No way in hell! You caused all this! I never asked you to shelter me or care for me! I don't need your things, I bear all this nonsense just because mama wanted it, but you've gotten on my nerves! It's over!" I ran to my room slamming the door shut. I opened my closet and threw some clothes on the bed.

Bang! Bang! "Alex open the door!" Charlie called from the other side as he banged the door.

I grabbed my rip backpack, shoving my clothes in, "enough of this nonsense, I should have left since, I don't even know why I stayed this long!" I spoke as I shoved my clothes.

I grabbed a new pack of cigarettes and a lighter, my gun and my phone. I wore the bag, deep my phone in my pocket and my gun behind my jeans, with the pack of cigarettes in my bag.

"Alexander, I just wanna talk!"

"Fuck you Charlie! You never wanted to hear anything about me and you hit me." I yelled before jumping down the balcony, I walked in the evening street of California heading to the train station.

I couldn't use a flight, not because of the money but because of my age, no one will allow a runaway kid in the plane, rather they'll contact the cop, which is Charlie, so I decided to use a train. I entered a cab that dropped me in the train station, then I entered a train to Miami. I rested my head on a window and watched as the train was moving. Dania was missing me but I decided to shrug it off. I was going to Carlos's house in Miami.

After what happened I didn't have the courage to look at his family in the eyes nor could I enter the house of so many joyful memories that came crashing in one night.

My stress and worries were back, I unzipped my backpack pulling out a cigarette, before opening the window, I lit it up and began smoking. It was so good and relaxing.

"Hey, are you not too young for this?" A voice called from the opposite seat.

"None of your fucking business," I said carelessly not bothering to look from the window.

After the long hours of seating we finally reach our destination safely. I hopped down from the train, behold Miami.

I walked in the dark street, witnessing little fights or stealing here and there but I was fine. I deep my hand in my hood pocket warming myself a little. I stopped another cab that dropped me in front of Carlos's compound gate. I paid the driver before stepping out.

I opened the gate and the dogs started barking. I knew them perfectly, Twik and Arez, two bulldogs, with brown mouths and legs, while the rest of their bodies were black. The giant dogs sprang on me knocking me down with licks. I giggled a little.

"Stop, good boys!" I patted them.

"What are you doing here kid?" A voice called, the man wore a black suit, he was tall and muscular, probably one of their new guards.

"Uh, I'm Alexander Frederick," I said while standing up and wiping the dust out of my clothes.

"Hmm," he grunted, "follow me," I walked behind him as the dogs followed. "Seat!" He ordered the dogs and they obeyed with a whine.

"No, they're coming!" I said firmly, having the dogs jump while waving their tails.

We walked in the hall. I used to walk when I was a kid, I looked around with a smile, I could still see myself dragging Carlos out. He was late for the parents and teachers meeting.

"Here."

I nodded knowing the room, it was the living room. I opened the door nervously.

Jimmy was seated with a lady while Billy was doing a push up as they talked. They missed me.

"Sir you've got a visitor," the man said before walking away.

Jimmy and Billy stood frozen. I shifted uncomfortably.

"On my gosh!" I felt a big hand pick me up.

"Wow," I smiled.

"Alex brat!" Billy hugged me with his sweaty body.

"Gross!"

"Where have you been? We thought you were dead!" Said Jimmy while giving me a hug.

I sigh, "no I was not."

"Then why didn't you come back?" Billy asked.

"I-i killed Carlos, it was all my fault!" My voice cracked.

"Huh?" They both said.

Great they didn't know they'll probably kick my ass out, but I need to take something first.

"My brat?" A voice called from behind me, I recognized the voice. I quickly snapped my head to see Carlos standing. My eyes widened and my smile grew.

"Dad!" I ran to him, wrapping my legs around his waist and my hands on his neck, his perfume missed me, his warm arms, everything. "How is it possible? Am I dreaming?"

Thanks to you all that are reading my book keep on reading, is it just a dream or Carlos is really alive? Find out in the next page.

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