Raine Walker

Chapter Thirteen

Raine POV

        My stomach is in pain. I wasn't hungry in the first place, but in spite of being kind, I ate the food Adam made. I feel uneasy at the smell of freshly brewed coffee roaming through the room. I glance over, down the little hallway leading into the living room, watching as Scott stands at the window with his cell phone over his ear. 

        "Yeah. Yeah, I'll be right there," I hear him sigh. I make my way into the living room, a little curious as to where Scott was going. I watch as he sticks his phone back into the pocket of his dark jeans, pivoting his body to look at me. "Adam, I'm going out."

        I glance behind me, seeing that Adam is now making an appearance in the living room. "What? What do you mean?" 

        "I'm. Going. Out."

        "Where?" Adam then shoots, a little on the stern side. I watch as Scott rolls his eyes, fixing the leather jacket that he draped over his shoulders. 

        "Damn," Scott breathes. "What are you? My mom?" 

        I feel completely misplaced at the moment. I glance between Scott's annoyed look to Adam's stern glare. It's like a father-to-son disagreement. What kind of mess am I in? "The last time I checked, I was nineteen."

        He's nineteen?

        "And you're nineteen, also, Adam," Scott then responds, picking up car keys off the coffee table in the livingroom. He snatches up a pack of cigarettes, too, before moving his glance from Adam to me. Adam then barrels after Scott as he disappears out the door. 

        I'm left to wonder how well these guys get along with each other. They fight like brothers. I hear the inaudible speaking of both Adam and Scott, letting me realize that none of what they're talking about is any of my business. I have to be honest. I'm curious as to what Scott has to leave for.

        As I begin to head up the stairs, I hear a loud engine roar to life. A motorcycle? Scott drives a motorcycle? Wow... 

        I disappear into my room, glancing out the window to see a fast moving black object within the tree lining. Scott driving down the road. I didn't realize I could see the road from here. Scott speeds by, revving his motorcycle as he left. I would imagine, by the excessive speeding, that Scott was mad. Scratch that. Pissed.

        I lay down on my bed, resting my hand on my stomach. 

        "Ugh," I groan. "I shouldn't of eaten the eggs."

        My stomach was in the middle of World War III. I close my eyes, hoping to ease the pain running through my stomach. Little did I know, that closing my eyes would relax me to a point where I doze off. Sleep is a funny thing, I think. Dreams are things that are wanted for you in the future. Well, they can take you back to reality and replay events that make an impact on your life in which you'd remember them.

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       "I have to work," my mom's voice sighs.

        "You always have to work," I respond back coldly.

        "What's that supposed to mean?" Lacey halts in her steps, turning to look at me sharply. I haven't seen a look like that on her face in forever. To be honest, seeing some emotion on her face is kind of relieving.

        "You're never home. You never ask what's going on in my life? It's like-"

        "Raine, don't start..." my mom sighs.