The Boy From My Backyard

The Boy From My Backyard: Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Seventeen

I started crying harshly, but I was strong enough to take the back of my right hand and strike Victoria's face very hardly. Her eyes did not look at me nor did I see her face as I ran down the stairs. But I knew down deep inside she was in a lot of pain now, from Alex and me- and probably Will later.

I grabbed my small clutch Coach purse with my wallet in it, my phone, car keys, and a water bottle. I opened the front door and was out the house, slamming my door loudly before anyone could say anything or even come down the stairs. I started running, knowing I had left my car over at my neighbor's house since they were on vacation and my parents needed the drive way.

I climbed in, revved up my engine, and tore up the street as I sped away. I didn't have that bad of a car- I give rides to all my friends in the morning so they can roll up stylish. It was just a small new Mercedes with a kicking speed.

Miles and miles I passed and everything sped by- not even thinking about turning back. I was at least 300 miles out when I stopped for a break completely exhausted. I pulled in and parked at the run down building flowing with teens across the street. The city was full of night life! I saw all the teens making their way in and out of the few club/hangout places and decided I would go in. But I would have to buy some new clothes first.

I sneaked into a thrift store- conveniently only a few blocks down- and bought some very interesting looking apparel. A one sleeve long sleeve black dress with a very low neck line that came up to my mid-thigh. I rummaged through their makeup and accessories until a girl who name was Courtney walked over to me. I was a smudge taller than her, and she had beautiful blonde hair that fell to the top of her shoulder blades. I blinked twice to make sure it wasn't an earthly angel.

"New to this," Courtney questioned and I nodded in response. "Follow me," She whispered. We walked into the back storage room where in five short minutes she transformed my face and hair into something you see in a magazine. I smiled gratefully and thanked her paying a little too much winking for her to keep it as an extra tip for her assistance.

Now I could easily get in- unless the one thing in my way just so happen to be the best and worst thing ever.

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