.....ASK HIM HOW DID SHE DIE
i wake up drenched in sweat
i haven't have nightmares for almost a week i roll to where my lamp is and check the time, 5:30, i have an hour and a half before i have to get up so i could either go back to sleep or go for a run, i lay there for a few seconds and then i decide to go for a run
i drag myself out of bed, put some pants a black sports bra and a black zip up hoddie my hair into a ponytail, grab my ipod, earphones and just before i could step outside the house i hear someone in the kitchen
"mom is that you?" i take a step towards the kitchen
"its your dad" i hear his deep voice, i see him sitting on the stool drinking his black coffee
"oh...hey dad what are you doing up so early" i ask him in a cautious tone
"doesn't matter go back to where ever you were planning to go" he waves his hand gets off the stool and goes back to his office
WOW
those are the most words he has said to me in a week
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as i take a turn to the old towns park i see my long lost friend "hey glooney what you doing here?" i say as i jog up to him, glooney a friend who saved me from....people and situations
"spray Painting" glooney is a very handsome cute boy he has short dirty blonde hair and green eyes, innocent face, soft spoken, down to earth over all a nice human but when time comes he has a side everyone fears
he is a senior in johnathan high he was there when everything happened, knows everything and has stood by me, supported me
"you wanna.." he says gesturing to his master piece it was good, what he had painted was the name of his gang 'escorpión blanco' (white scorpions)
he has tried to make me join but i declined
half of the old town is owned by the WS there is hardly anyone in the morning so i choose to come here
i take the white can he was holding out to me and started painting
"heard you got yourself a boyfriend"
i turn to look at him with amusement
"you still stalking me conner" i say turning back to the wall and picking up a black can from the ground
he shrugs "nah jarred has like 3 men behind after what happened with your dad and everything" i knew someone was following me
when i don't say anything he continues "you know he still waits for you everyday thinking you will comeback"
"ill catch you princesa"
i know that but i still run away from the guy who i love the guy who i thought i will marry, (i was 10 people 10 stop judging)
11 year old jarred catches me by my waist and turns me around to face him
"caught you" i just giggle
"ellie we are going come on" i hear my moms voice "say your goodbyes"
"okay mom" i tell her and turn to the black hair boy "i have to go jar-jar"
"ill wait for you even when you decide to leave me"
"i would never do that to you never and anyway we are going to meet tomorrow right?"
"well see"
"i told you gloon he destroyed what we had not me, he did it" i tell setting the black can down and picking a dark purple one
"i know he fucked up but your new boy ain't any better" that stops me right away
"what do you mean" i say facing him
"he is bad news zel jarred wanted me to tell you"
"oh so this wasn't a coincidence" i say under my breath
"of course it wasn't you thought he would leave you alone with your father" he says
"i am not.."
"alone i know but he cares zel he cares, he wants to protect you, so join the gang"
"and then what face the wrath of my father"
"as i said jarred will protect you"
i look at the painting i ended up making a a painting it is a pink heart with a white halo and black wings
"i gotta go gloon was nice meeting you tho"
"same"
"tell jarred thanks for..." i tell him
"for what?" he says with
"caring" i finish
"will do and zel stay away from carl.....card.....carron" he says trying to remember his name
"Carlos" i tell him
"Carlos stay away from him he ain't good news he is worse then jarred"
i nod like i understand, like i believe him, my foot i know carlo he won't even hurt a fly how can he can be bad news
"i know you don't believe me...you know what don't...just go ask him about passion...ask him who was she....and how did she die"
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THANKS FOR READING, UNTIL NEXT TIME,
ZAMENA
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