Stranded Together

Chapter 8

🔵Gabe's POV🔵

"Nope." I quietly mumble to myself as I carefully flip to the next page of the photo album.

I'm siting crossed legged on the floor in the lounge room by the book shelf. The only light is coming from the dim lamp that's on. Everyone else is already in bed asleep. I am trying to be as quiet as I can, but I'm starting to become frustrated. I'm on my forth photo album and I still haven't found the picture yet.

I quickly scan over the few pictures that were on the page. "Nope." I mumble again with a frown and continue to the next page. "Ewww, what the fuck?" I say as I take out a photo I didn't know existed.

Blake smirks evilly at me as I cry, clutching my favourite childhood toy. She had painted my remote control monster truck in pink nail polish, ruining the awesome fire designs on the sides of the car. It was the first toy I ever bought for myself with my own cash; which made it so much more valuable to me. I did extra chores around the house and tried to stay on my very best behaviour just so I could get enough pocket money for that monster truck. She ruined it on purpose knowing it was my favourite.

And mum took a picture of it.

I take one last glance at the picture before screwing it up into a ball and throwing it behind the book shelf, not caring if mum yells at me for ruining the photograph.

Stupid Blake.

Remembering that tragic day has just motivated me to find the picture I was looking for even more. 

"Nope." I mumble for what felt like the millionth time as I flip to the next page.

I could see the picture in my head now. It's one she most certainty wouldn't want on the internet.

I'm not looking for a baby picture. No. That could be passed off as 'cute'.

I'm looking for a picture of her when she was 13. When she had braces and unruly hair. When she still had a bit of her baby fat and chubby cheeks.

"Yes! Got it." I exclaim when my eyes land on the picture. As quick as lightning I slap my hand over my mouth and pray that no one heard my outburst. I really can't have mum coming down stairs and finding me in my boxers.

She made it very clear this afternoon that she didn't need to see me in my underwear.

I keep my hand over my mouth for a few seconds longer, trying hard to hear any movement from upstairs.

I let out a breath and relax when I hear nothing.

I look back down to the picture and I can't stop the evil grin that takes over my face. I pick up my phone that's lying beside me and take a picture of the picture.

"Yep, this'll work perfectly."

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Edited: 9/10/20

~AshLeeJ~