It's been hours since the mysterious phone call. My mom was still shooken up by it actually.
But, she didn't let that get in the way her anger for me. "We'll...um, talk about...this later. Lock the doors" she stuttered.
"Why won't you just talk to me?" I asked. "Because it's none of your business." she chimed. That's what you think. I would never tell me mom about Rosco. She'd kill me. Or, I'll tell her when the time is right. I don't want to rush it.
"Fine" I walked up to my room, but I didn't close my door. We knew someone was watching us. But only I knew who it was. This wasn't a dream. This wasn't some show I seen on tv. No, this was real. Someone was planning to kill my mom. And it would be all my my fault. This had to stop, but how? I couldn't just run up to Rosco and tell him to leave my mom the hell alone. He'd kill me too. And to top that, now that my mom knew I sneak out places, she'd never let me out of her sight. I had to do something. And then I had it. I'll go to Rosco's house during school and ask him to just talk to me instead of my mom. Simple.
The next day at school. I got the shock of life. I walked to my locker and guess who was standing there, Rosco, arms folded. He glared at me. Not in his usual, half smile. No, this glare looked like he sold his soul to the devil himself. "Rosco, what are you doing here?" I asked. "I called you like three times, where was you?" "What?" I asked confused. "What were you doing that was so important where you couldn't talk to me?"
I realized what this was about. It was the whole, "Im-The-Only One-You-Should-Talk-To" phase. It happens in all relationships. "I'm sorry baby." I said, jokingly, grabbing onto his denim jean jacket. He started to smile, and leaned to kiss me. I didn't bring up the call. It didn't feel important. All that was important, was this moment right now. Me and Rosco, as long as that name was still in my life. Nothing else mattered. I would do anything to keep that name in my life. Anything.
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The Price To Pay
Short StoryHi, I'm Raven, I'm 16 years old and full of curiosity. I mean, my parents always tell me I'll get hurt one day because of it. Parents, what do they know? Well turns out, they knew exactly what they were talking about. Because that night, changed my...
