Chapter 29

23 1 0
                                    

Hunter

There she was. Signing her brother out from daycare and she immediately walked past me and ignored me. Poor Caleb. He reached out and tried to hold Cindy's hand but she just pulled him away and picked him up. He started to cry and he didn't understand why he couldn't say bye to his friend.

Cindy began to have a pouty face and she hugged me. "Is Jenny mad at me?", she asked. I looked at her and kissed her forehead. "No sweetheart. She's mad at me. Not at you." She hugged me back and said, "Well, can't you just say sorry?"

I sighed at her suggestion. "I wish it were that easy, sweet pea." I picked her up, places her on my lap, and we rode off to my new apartment.

My aunt's husband gave me a job a couple of months back and I got my own place, away from that monster and my mother. I opened up Cindy's lunchbox to clean it out and found a toy truck.

"Cindy!," I called out. She came running from her room. "Why do you have this toy truck in your lunch box?" I held up the blue mini Ford truck in my hands and her eyes lid up. "That's Caleb's!", she shouted. "Well, why do you have it?", I asked.

She shrugged her shoulders and ate from her baggie of Cheerios. I smiled. "Well it's Friday. Let's go give it back to him so he can play with it over the weekend. Come on." I picked her up and drove to Jenny's house.

But I saw an unfamiliar car outside her house. Her parents weren't home. But a blue Ford was, just like the toy.

...

Brandon

My Ride or DieWhere stories live. Discover now