The Misfits

The Misfits

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"That's it! I'm done! You're leaving for military school next week." The Bitch screamed as she slammed down her cell phone on the counter. "Oh no, I'm not doing that! I'll leave, run away and you'll never see me again." I say looking at her straight in the face. "Then you better start moving because you need to leave before Monday!" She says flicking her head towards the stairs. I hop off the chair and go to grab my bags to start packing. I throw my clothes in a bag and grab my dogs leash. I leash up Scooter and grab a toy and his blankey and food and a big water container, and walk out to my car.
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*Formerly Known As "Love Has No Boundaries" With Revisions* • • • • • • • • • • • I stood dusting off my jeans,"Aight bruh, I'mma slide." Turning I dapped up one of my closest homies before stepping off the porch. "Aight man, I'll hol at you later." He responded, putting out the lit end of his blunt. Remote starting my car, I hopped in deciding to check my phone while the air began to circulate. It was almost summer and it was hot as hell in New Orleans, had me second-guessing settling down here. I checked my messages, but didn't respond to any of them. Then I checked a few missed calls, but didn't return any of them. Lastly, I listened to a few voicemails from unknown numbers before starting to delete them, but then my finger paused over one particular name. I never listen to her voicemails. I don't want to hear her voice; it just floods me with guilt and reminds me of my past, a place I don't ever want to visit. I don't know why but for some reason my finger hovered over that voicemail, and I couldn't stop myself from clicking it. "Hi Dre," She spoke gently as my heart tightened in my chest,"Or Adrian," She chuckled softly,"I'm not sure what you like to be called anymore." There was a sadness in her tone,"I'm actually not sure why I'm even leaving this message...I've left a million and I still haven't heard from you over the past eight years so I don't know what makes me think this time will be any different." There was shuffling and a bit of silence before she sniffled,"But I miss you." My grip tightened around the phone. "I don't know where you are right now, or if you even still care about me, but I miss you," She cried,"And I really wish you'd come home." She whimpered. "I need you Dre...I don't know if that means much to you, but I need you." Then it ended. I sat in my car, steel gaze, staring at the road ahead. My mind racing but one thing was clear. It was time I went hom

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