An Inconvenient Attachment {Editing}

Chapter 13

Alec pov
"Ah fuck," I scoffed while I put both of my hands behind my head. The flashlight was directly pointed at my direction.

"Don't turn around! Keep your hands up," a tense tone spoke from behind me. "We've got you now, you can't run away," he sounded proud.

I let go of the spray paint can that I was holding on my right hand. It made a loud, hopefully distracting enough sound. So that they can lower their guard and shift their focus to the sound of the can.

"You were almost done. My beautiful artwork," I murmured.

"Don't make any more movements!" he sounded tense again then I dashed off.

"HEY!" he yelled. I could hear all the people, well officers footsteps running behind me. Oh fuck, I'm dead if I turn to a dead end. I felt my heart beating out of my chest, my breath getting heavier and heavier.

Some guy ran in front of me, "You can't escape now buddy," he grinned. I let out a smirk and cockily looked at him then ran the opposite direction.

"Shit!" I could hear him let out a few cruse words and then he started running behind me.

"OI GET IN!" I heard as soon as I was out of the abandoned building. I felt relief poured over me as I saw the familiar car of Ethan's.

As soon as I got in, Ethan drove off to the next town over. "How'd you know I was here?" I panted. It was awkwardly silent before he started speaking.

"Whenever something upsets you, you go around doing stupid shit. So I followed you."

I widen my eyes, "You followed me for days?!"

He didn't reply and there was that long awkward pause again. "I just saw you coincidentally going somewhere today. That's all," he let out. All I could do was nod.

After the awkward ride he parked near a beach. "Look, I'm not going to ask you what made you act out last time at Cecilia's. But can you not ignore us?"

I just blankly stared at the ocean waves clashing in and out. "This is way too much of a romantic spot to be having a sentimental conversation with you right now," I spoke while looking at him.

"That's not-" he looked like he was flustered, "Whatever there's no way I'm getting you to talk about it am I?" he looked defeated. I quickly nodded and smiled.

"Well, let's head back yeah?" Ethan asked.

"Yeah. You at least covered your number plate right?"

"Who do you take me for? Whenever it involves you, it's always something illegal. So of course I did."

I'm relieved that Ethan is actually here to give me a ride. I finished my money on my way to the other town. The graffiti was beautiful yet horrendous. Whatever it's Seth's town anyway, a gift from me for visiting my town I guess.

"Oh since you've not hung out with us in awhile and you left in bad terms. Do you want to go to Cindy's? Everyone is going tonight," Ethan spoke like nothing happened between us.

I appreciated that about our friendship even after a disagreement. We'd naturally talk with each other no confrontation about apologises whatsoever.

I raised my eyebrows, "Again? How many parties can she throw?"

Ethan just shrugged.

"Also! By the way, that was your first time being aggressive towards me. I mean towards anyone!"

He awkwardly let out a smile, "Yeah," and quickly regained his cool composure. We talked till we reached back to Crystal Springville.

"You sure you don't want to come?" Ethan spoke through his rolled down window. I nodded and he drove off. I get to relax in my own home today. There's no way in hell I'm missing this opportunity.

That old man headed to the next town over, at last I'm free to feel safe at my own house. I took out a beer bottle, hopefully that old man won't notice one bottle is missing.

I walked upstairs towards my room and got out the window then sat on the space of the roof. "The house is a reck," I sighed. I took out my mom's necklace out of my pocket. I'm surprised that I didn't lose it after today's crazy chase. It's as if sometimes... I wished it would just be lost forever... at times I want it back. And somehow... it always finds its way back to me. A sigh escaped my mouth.

"Mom," a deep sigh escaped this time. "I wonder if you're happy now? Maybe even having a better life. Finally smiling and not crying and all that sort."

Why am I even bothering? As if she could hear what I'm saying. I never saw her with a genuine smile. Everyday she had a miserable look on her face. Everyday she shedded tears after tears. I do hope at least she's smiling now. Was it all worth it at the end mom?

I looked down the streets and the snob caught my attention. She was talking with Kyle and laughing her ass off. I forgot Kyle lives only few blocks away from me. I guess they're picking Kyle up. Colin got out the car and walked towards the snob.

Surprisingly, Colin was talking with the snob while laughing and having the time of his life. My eyes that were dead tired instantly widen at the sight, feeling more alerted. This is bothering me again. Why... when I can't put my thoughts into exact words it feels so frustratingly inconvenient for myself agh-! I could feel something boiling in me but couldn't put my exact finger on it. Maybe I should I go and stop being gloomy.

On the other hand I have to clean the house. I'm the only one who has been managing the hygiene of this place.

That old man can go shove a stick up his ass. I went down to the small spaced living room and started cleaning.

While scavenging through the pile of trash. I came across a photo frame. "I was clueless wasn't I?" I looked at my younger self that had a cheeky bright smile in rugged t-shirt.

I paused for a moment, "Heh, I thought this was the best picture of our family back then. Because you're smiling here. Now that I look at it... It just looks miserable. While dad looks dead tired."

I felt anger fuming within me to which I punched the frame breaking the glass.

I threw the glass shards away and took out the picture. This is probably the only family picture we have. I turned on the stove, hovering the picture near the lit fire and burned it. "So long, miserable faces," I scoffed.

After cleaning the place, I double checked if the door to my room was locked. "As if a door lock can stop that asshole," I laughed at myself and laid down on my bed.

He's probably going to beat me up tomorrow. I should leave before he comes home. Sorry Ethan, when I'm with you guys I rather want to forget about these things.

I don't like talking about any of my inconvenience. Don't like the feeling of burdening you guys with my sad talk. "It's uncomfortable," I cringed at the thought of opening up to them.

Coming back to this house is like a reality check. As if I'm pulled back to reality. But while I'm outside, everything is gone. No worries, no nothing. I'm free!

So let's just keep it like that outside. I don't want the outside to be another reality check. "Right mom?" I sniffed as I felt wet liquid running down my cheek.

Strange, I'm not making any facial expression yet water is streaming out of my eyes.

I blankly stared at the ceiling while my tears kept running down from my eyes. "Ah, I don't like this. I'm starting to become like you," an annoyed smirk formed on my mouth, "I fucking hate this," I scoffed.

"I fucking hate you."