PROLOGUE 2.0

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After what felt like forever, he turned away to start the engine. He started it and then turned it off. Then he turned to face me and said, “Please, don’t be vague, just tell me, where exactly do you want to go?” he looked sadly serious, and gosh, I gave the answer I would regret.
“Just take me home please”, the last words he directed to me that night, was a barely audible “Fine”.
I sunk into the seat as I let the feeling of chagrin sink in. I know I should apologize here and now, but I just couldn’t find the words, so I continued beating myself up quietly, suffering in silent pain.
We arrived at my father’s house in no time; he parked his car right in front of our yard, something he never did. He walked me to the front door and stood there contemplating for a second or two before he turned, and walked back towards his car without saying a word or ‘good night’. I stood there in front of the door and watched as he entered his car and drove away, watching as the car disappeared into the night.
I sighed, and walked through the door, making up in my head, the excuse I would tell my dad about coming late. Luckily, it was my elder brother sitting at the other side of the door, who just grinned as I entered. Reading the surprised look on my face, “he’s asleep. Got home really tired,” he said answering my unasked question.
I gave him a very weak smile. “Rough night?” he asked. I couldn’t answer but I managed to nod. I started walking up the stairs to my room when he said, “I’m going to kill that kid one day”. I paused and looked at him as sternly as I could manage at him. He caught my stare and smiled, “well I’ll try not to”, noticing I was still giving him that look, he continued, “Just kidding, no one would want to kill your boyfriend now, would they?” I couldn’t help but smile, it was still weak, but it was better than the first. Smiling, as he had accomplished what he wanted he said, “Go freshen up. You look like hell”, I smiled again, my better weak smile, and walked up the stairs to my room. I immediately freshened up, and went straight to bed, to save myself from my own thoughts.

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