Chapter Twenty-Eight: Ryder

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"Look at him, Rose!" her mother yells. Rose slowly lifts her head up. She looks so broken. I never would have guessed she was a drug dealer. God, what I would do to put a smile on her face right now. She's went through more then any teen should of in their life. "Awe the pore baby is crying." her mother says in a baby voice. Rose glares at her. That got her mother laughing. "You know glaring's not nice." She says. "You're not nice." Rose mumbles.

"What was that," she says putting her hand to her ear. "I couldn't hear you, you're mumbling." "I said you're not nice." Rose says angrily. Her mother laughs. "Ow honey, I know, but I'm your mother so you can't talk to me that way." a sharp pain shoots up my side. I look down to see a knife sticking out of my side. Everything in my body is screaming out in pain. I hear something jerking around. I look up to see Rose trying to get out of the chair. My vision starts to get blurry, then everything goes black.

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