I stared at Raph, "Y-you don't remember me?"
Then he met my stare, "C-Cally?" He stammered.
I smiled, "So you do remember me!" I let the bags down and hugged him. "I missed you."
Raph unwrapped my hug and pushed me back, holding my shoulders. "I missed you too," He frowned. "Where were you?!"
"We moved far out…into the country…and-"
"Why didn't you tell me?!" He inquired, releasing my shoulders.
"Because-"
"You left me! And when you did I felt like a fool!" Raph hollered. The criminal sat up, but Raph gave him another solid kick in the head, leaving him down for the count.
I frowned, "I'm sorry; I never got the chance, but I'm back now."
Raph didn't look at me. He just stared at the ground, both hands in fists, with his side to me. "Sorry doesn't cut it," He said, monotoned, "when leave someone, used."
"Raph!" I begged, "Please, just listen-"
"No!" Raph snarled, looking up at me. I took a step back. He jabbed a finger at me, "You listen! You left me confused, hurt, and alone; you changed my personality and my life; and you come back and all you have to say is 'sorry'?!" His voice was shaking.
I frowned, hurt. Why wouldn't he listen? All the same, he was still my friend. I took a step towards him. "Raph, what else can I say?" I inquired. I took another step closer; he didn't budge, just stared at the ground, hands in fists, shaking.
I reached out and touched his shaky arm. "If-if I could have stayed, I would have. If I had known, I would have changed something. You would've been worth it," I said softly.
Raph looked back at me, still shaking; but as I saw his face, I saw that he was crying.
"Raph…"
He frowned. "No," whispered, then turned and quickly climbed the ladder up the side of the building, and disappeared.
I wanted to go after him…but I couldn't, and it wouldn't help anyway. I couldn't cry. I was too mad. He was being so stupid!
So I did the only thing I could. I picked up the bags of groceries and started to walk out to the front of the grocery store.
Dad pulled up as I did. I opened the front seat passenger door. "What were you doing in the alleyway?" He inquired frowning, "It's dangerous."
"The wind blew the receipt back there, you know how Mom is about the receipt," I lied. A raindrop fell on my head, then another, before it started pouring.
"Well, get in," He said, "You'll catch a cold."
I nodded, dropping the bags in the back, then getting into the shotgun seat.
It was a quiet ride home. I was staring out the window at the rain. I was like the sky was crying for me.
As we stopped at the red light, I glanced in the rearview mirror. Back at the grocery store many more men with purple dragon tattoos where standing around.
Back up, I thought miserably.