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Chapter One: The hiding

After coming home from a hard and boring day at school, I sit on the coach to watch TV; forgetting about my homework. It was easy to start watching a TV show because the house is so relaxing. The living room a soft yellow and with dark chocolate trim on the walls. The floor is a cream color that doesn't go with the walls at all. Then there is a pile of books magazines and shoes everywhere making the house looked lived in.

I tuned the TV to a show called Twister. It was half over but I didn't care. All I wanted to do was forget about my boring day. I usually like school but all we did was a review for our semester exams. Then when we were done they gave us a stupid packet to do for homework. Since I am a 'A' student they don't care as long as I keep it that way. Also as long as I pat attention in class and make a "A" on everything they really don't care. I find it very easy to do so since everything comes easy to me.

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My parents finally get home at five thirty. They enter the house and they are not surprised to see me on the coach. One by one they go upstairs to get out of their work close. Once they came back down stairs dad sat by me while my mom went to make dinner.

I continued to watch TV like always. For some reason my parents never asked how my day was till after we eat dinner. That's when all hell breaks loose. We either get in a fight about me or they get into a stupid argument. I was enjoying the quiet will I could.

When dinner was done; I was surprised to see my mom made my favorite 'Stuffed Bell Pepper' with the middles cut out. Once we were done eating my dad the bravest one asked," So how was your day at school?"

"Boring, all we did was review for the semester exams, and then they gave us a packet to do," I replied as cold as I could. I have hated my parents. They never let me do anything.

Then my mom said," Well we are going to see Watchmen. You get to stay home and clean up the mess from dinner. When we get back and the house isn't in shambles you can go to Daniele's. "

That's when I went off I was tired of being left out. Every year they would go on a trip and say I couldn't go because I would just bother them. They always said ' You are too young and to immature' or 'It is a time me and your dad get time alone without you around to take care of '.

So I yelled," Why is it that when I want to go to a friend's house I can't and when I wont to go sleep over at a friend's house you still say no. You always wonder what you do wrong do wrong, well it's not letting me spend the night at my friends' house let me hang out with them. I can't take it no more of it. For once can you treat me like a child you wonted? Wait don't answer that, I don't care anymore."

My dad was very angry by know. His face was red as blood in a glass cup and he looked like he was about to explode. Then he answered," We only don't include you because you make us look like bad parents. If we were to let you come along you would ruin everything and when we let you come along you just wine like a brat. There is always fighting between us, when we should be more like a family. Know go you to your room and wait to we leave to come out."

With that said he marched out of the room to get ready to leave leaving me nearly to tears. When my mom left she had a disapproving look on her face. She hated it when dad and me got into arguments. I for once did as I was told.

Once I got to the comfort of my room, my eyes let the tears go. I didn't care anymore, they could flow all they wonted as long as I could stay in my room. The ice blue walls matched my eyes and game me comfort like a blanket. The carpet is a soft green that looks like a oceans mosses bottom. Then there is the balcony as long as my room and big enough for me to fit a coach on it and the best part is that the cover can be brought up or down depending on the weather and my mood. Also at times I fall asleep with the cool breeze blowing in my face.

Then back in my room next to the door is my dolphin shaped dresser; that was a gift from my grandmother for my sixteenth birthday. My closet is medium size and near it is my queen size bed. On the other side of the closet door is my white desk piled high with books, magazines, and stories I wrote. Next to that is the glass door to the balcony.

I had walked to the balcony and was go to wait and watch my parents leave the house. For some reason I always watched them leave before I could relax completely. Once my parents where in the car and on their way to the movies I got up, and went to my bathroom to see if my make-up had smeared from crying. Then I went down stairs to clean up our dinners mess like always.

I starred at the dishes wondering why we were never like a real family. Then before I got side tracked I started on the dishes and I was half way done when I heard a gunshot. Some reason gunshots in this area where very common and it actually surprised me this evening when it should have scared me.

That's when I saw him, running from a houses yard. Without thinking I run out the back yard and say, "Over here. I will help you." He turned he started running in my direction and once he was close enough to see me clearly I beckoned come in.

Once he was in the light I was shocked to see a kid just barely older than me. He looked like a little kid standing there. While I was staring at him I saw that he had shoulder length black hair, forest green eyes, and a muscular body. All of my friends would say he was nice looking but I would say he is hot. The bad thing was I felt e strong connection and I barely knew him.

I must have looked like a goody-goody to shoes to him because he was staring at me. In his mind he must be like is she really going to help me or just get me arrested like everyone else on the block. Before he could say anything I asked, "How old are you and what is your name? Mine is Rose, and I am eighteen. I graduate this year from high school."

He waited a moment before answering in a sweet voice, "My name is Erik and I'm twenty. I graduated from high school three years ago and a year ahead of all my friends. Everyone I know would have just let me run. Unlike you, who offered to help me and you don't even know me or what I am capable of. Also you have no idea what I have been through theses past two years." He finished a little scared because he didn't know what to expect from a girl like me.

That's when I heard my mom and dad pull in the drive way early then what they should have. I was thinking ahead this whole time and motioned for Erik to follow me up stairs and to my bedroom. Once we were in the hallway I noticed he had blood on his hand and I went to the bathroom and wet a rag. Then I came back out and walked into my room and tossed the rag at him. He mouth thank you and I nodded my head okay yes or however you want to take it.

I sat on my bed, while he sat on the floor. My parents had never know me to help a stranger but I was still so mad I didn't care what he had done or just did tonight. The fact that I liked him was enough for me right know. I heard what sounded like a door opening and I pointed to the glass door. Erik darted to it and slipped out quietly.

Not seconds later my door opened and my mom's head peeked in and said, "Good you're a wake. We need to talk right now, It want take but a couple of minutes. You need to try and stop fighting with your step dad. I know me remarrying while you were a kid was hard for you but you got to except the your dad isn't coming back. His leaving was his chose and he knew the sacrifice he was making so you got to live with it. By the way your step father got us kicked out of the movies for yelling at someone so, we are home. If you want to go to Danielle's you may but it's up to you. I am going to bed and go apologize to your step father. From now on I am calling him your dad so just live with it."

"Okay," was all I could mutter without her getting mad. She left the room and walked down the hall as quietly as possible, so I wouldn't here where she went. They always worried that I will follow them and kill them like a murder and they never leave me alone for than ten minutes unless they are not home.

Once I knew she would be in her room, I got up and went to the balcony my safe place. When I stepped out on the balcony Erik turned his head to me and mouthed, 'is it safe to talk?' I just said yes because I didn't care if my parents heard me. He looked confused because he seemed he was trying to put things together and couldn't.

Before I could as what he was thinking about he asked a question that caught me off guard. "So you have a step father that you don't like? Cause from what your mom said it seems to me that you don't like him at all and want him to die. Am I right?"

I was having a hard time comprehending him because the mention of my step father makes me want to scream. It is harder to believe he just asked a question like that. So to distract me I looked at the way he did things like gestures, and hand signals. Then I decided to say, "Yes, he has done nothing wrong but I just don't like the way he acts around me. He likes to try and be nice but in his heart he doesn't mean it." I wanted to cry at this point and quickly asked another question.

It went on like that for at least two hours back and forth. We learned a lot about each other and he even told me that he had to do whatever his friend said if he wanted a place to stay. That including killing, robbing, and who knows what else his friend could come up with. He even told me he had kill someone two hours ago and it didn't face me at all. By the time I ran out of questions, it was ten o'clock and I was existed. So I said goodnight and he replied sleep well.

The end of Chapter One