Shackles
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It was after school, but on the way home from school though, things were off. My mother had been telling me not to go on the bus for years, because of past experiences. So she made an agreement with me. She had told me that she would call me everyday to confirm I was going to be picked up from school, if she didn't call, then I was to walk home. It wasn't a big deal to me though. Our neighborhood is safe, and I didn't live too far from my high school. Today mom didn't call. Which is off, because I've never had to walk home because there had never been a day when she didn't call. I didn't think much of it. I grabbed my bag and started towards the sidewalk. It took me about ten minutes to get back to the house, but when I arrived the door was already open. I immediately knew there was something wrong. I slowly entered and placed my bags on the floor. Maybe someone accidentally left the door open on the way in? Deep down I knew that wasn't it. I made my way to the kitchen, cautiously. I stopped in my tracks. It was like my whole world froze. My mother was, on the ground, her head face down, lying in a pool of her own blood. "Mommy.." I let out, tears streaming from my eyes. I dropped to the floor and rolled her body over. "Y-you have to g-g-go honey." She could barely speak. I cradled her head in my arms and kissed her forehead. "Mommy, please stay with me, I'm gonna c-call 9-1-1." I sat up and ran to my back and pulled my phone out to dial the police. "9-1-1, What's your emergency?" The woman spoke. "My mom was stabbed and t-there's b-blood everywhere." I told her my address and ran back to the kitchen, and held my mom in my arms. It was too late. I kept screaming "No", and " MOMMY!". But there was no bringing her back. I stroked her head as I held her lifeless body in my arms. Suddenly I felt someone grip me from behind and pull me to my feet. "NO!! HELP, ME!" The person held a cloth to my mouth, and watched as I lost consciousness. "N-no.."
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Unlikely

I got more and more annoyed as he drove up, parked and unmounted his bike. He pulled off his helmet and shook his head, noticing me there staring at him. We just stared at each other, neither moving, neither speaking. He started to make his way up his driveway, not even bothering with a greeting, so I called out to him. "Hey! Where've you been?" I tried not to sound accusatory or angry, and I succeeded. Though I sounded more hurt than anticipated. He stopped and walked towards me. He walked kind of slowly, like he was trying to avoid me. I stood on the steps, fighting the urge to walk towards him so we could talk. Never ever did I think I'd want to talk to him, yet here I was. Once in front of me he stayed at the bottom step, not climbing up further. He said nothing and I repeated my question once again, "Where have you been?" He shifted then just replied with "Out." "Out?" I repeated, getting refueled with annoyance. "That's it? You've been missing all day and all you have to say is you were out?" "Fuck, dude, what are you, my mom? I was out! Are you trying to keep tabs on me or something?" I was angry at him, and started to feel feelings towards him that I haven't felt in months. I stepped down two steps to look at him eye level, ready to argue with him. But, rather than open my mouth to fight, I found myself staring at his tired gaze and freezing for a moment. I didn't want to fight with him, and I saw he didn't want to fight with me-at least, that was my hope. I let my glare fall and closed the distance between us, wrapping my arms around him in the tightest hug I could muster. He seemed shocked, remaining rigid in my arms until I quietly muttered, "I was worried about you, jackass," into his neck. He just sighed before relaxing and hugging me back.

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