"THE FINAL CHAPTER."
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Campbell West Cade has been through a lot of trauma in her seventeen years. Her mother left her, her father went to prison, she was placed into an abusive home, was attac...
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"THANK YOU, again, for coming to get me," I told Alec for the fourth time since I got into the car.
"It's really no problem. I was on my way to Midville anyways," Alec replied, glancing over at me.
"For what?"
"Just had to do some personal stuff," he said with a shrug.
"Oh," I mumbled before my phone rang.
I looked at my phone to see Brent calling me for the hundredth time. I pressed the decline button before clicking the off button.
"You must be super pissed if you decline your boyfriend's call for the sixth time," Alec said with an amused smirk.
"He's not my boyfriend," I replied, defensively.
"Chill, child. Anyways, where do you want me to drop you off?"
"I don't know. I can't go home and I can't go to one of my friends' house because they will call one of my brothers to come get me and..." I started rambling.
"Wait, wait, wait. You are mad at your whole family?" Alec asked me with a confused look.
"Kinda. They all kept a huge secret from me."
"Well, I can take you to my house. My mom is going to be there, but she'll probably be on the phone the whole time," Alec offered, running a hand through his shaggy blonde hair.
"That sounds like my only option really. Thank you."
"No problem," Alec replied before his phone rang.
He picked up his phone, and he answered it before placing it up to his ear. He mumbled a couple of things before the phone call ended.
I wanted to ask who it was, but the look on Alec's face told me that he didn't want to talk about it.
For the rest of the ride, it was silent. I stared at the window as a few tears rolled down my cheeks.
I can't help but see his face in my head. I can hear his voice in my head now. Alec didn't seem to notice that I was crying, and I'm glad he didn't.
After forty minutes passed, Alec turned into a neighborhood with small houses. He drove for another minute before turning into a driveway belonging to a small brick house.
"Home sweet home," Alec said, putting the car in park before taking the key out.
"Your house is pretty," I told him as we got out of his vehicle.
He mumbled a thank you, and we walked to the front door. Alec grabbed the door handle before looking over at me.
"Just to let you know, my mother will probably ask you a bunch of questions. You don't have to answer them if you don't want to," Alec warned me before twisting the door and pushing the door open.
