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Here is the second half of chapter 13. It probably could have and should have been one chapter, but whatever. Here you go guys enjoy.

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CHP 13: Moving On Part II

No Dad, this was a good sign. Plenty of time to get in, get the stuff and put it-

the sound of nails across a chalkboard went off in my head. Problem, I still don't have a car.

As that thought hit, I could see the shadow of high beams on the garage door as a car pulled into the drive way. If it was Dad I would lay down and die right there. Wait a second, I squinted noticing the lights fade into a midnight blue.

"Gar!" I snarrled, seething with irritation. True it was perfect timing, but why on earth did it take him an entire day to show up.

"Rachel!" He shouted up at my bedroom window were I stood pearing down at him with a scowl. Without a minute of hesitation I sped down the stairs, taking two at a time. I met him at the drivers side and-

"WHAP!" Right across the head.

"OW! THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?"

"You know you were supposed to help me move today. What happened to you and Dick?"

"Uh he he..." He scratched the back of his neck, thinking back to that beautiful high score. "I had some business to take care of."

"And what business would that be GAR!" I barred my teeth, and he winced, shrinking into the seat like a scared puppy. "My foster Dad's gonna kick both of our asses when he finds all of your stuff laying around. You already got me introuble leaving your stupid boxers in the bathroom!"

"Damn." He sighed.

"Yeah, damn is right." My gaze of death didn't leave him for a second.

"Okay, then shut up woman and let's get the rest of the stuff now before he gets here."

"Fine, pull the car around to the alley. And if you call me woman again I'll saw off your testicles."

The car slid out of the drive way and I made a mad dash back the same way I came. My own heart beat was driving me mad; it sounded like footsteps, so every two seconds I whipped my neck around to see if it was my Dad.

I had arrived at my room and sitting before me was seven heaping trash bags I had managed to fill before Gar came, various clothing items, Gar's stereo speakers, and my books, anything that seemed important. There was one area I missed though.

The closet door swung open with the flick of my hand and I grimaced in horror.

I hadn't seen the inside of it since Gar moved in.

"SERIOUSLY!"

Trash everywhere. Empty pizza boxes, potato chip bags, soda bottles; I grabbed fist fulls of hair barring my teeth .

"THIS IS OUTRAGEOUS."

"Hurry up!" Gar's voice echoed from outside the window. I could see his blue car lights from the alley. They hit the grey brick wall so that I could make out the outline of the open trunk.

"Upsey daisy!" I hoisted one of the elephant sized trash bags, balancing it on the window seal.

"Wait! What are you doing?!" Gar shouted from below.

"I'm hurrying up. Don't worry it's just your stuff in this one. Catch!"

The bag sailed through the air, giving Gar only a few seconds. He sprung into action, frantically, scrammbling to catch it.

"Stop! Stop! Stop!"

"We're in a hurry you're just going to have to catch faster!"

Down with the next two bags, which flew over the seal quicker, definitely seemed a bit heavier than the other one.

"Plop." One fell into Gar's arms with a painful thud while the other crashed into the trunk.

"That one hurt you little... witch!" Gar snarrled. We both knew good and well what he wanted to call me. So I threw down his comforter and pillows missing the trunk on purpose. They landed in the dirt, but I was aiming for his head. His CD collection would be next if he had another slip of the tongue.

At this point, stuff was beginning to collect in the alley, as he was not able to keep up with my pace, which intensified as soon as I recognized a new car pulling into the driveway.

"Hurry!" my eyes widened like a child caught jay walking in the middle of heavy traffic. Dad was making his way out of the car. Two minutes, he was searching for his keys. Still in the ignition. Idiot.

"Move faster my Dad is coming Gar!"

Instantly Gar turned into kid flash or some other comic book super freak, but there was still no way he'd beat my dad.

"Do something!" Gar shouted.

"What the hell do you want me to do!?"

"Distract him!"

"I'm all the way up here!"

"Well come down here!"

I tried to think quick, but I couldn't. I couldn't focus.

Beep. Beep. The car lights flickered with the locking doors. Horror hit me. Dad was rounding the corner going toward the back alley. He rarely ever went that way.

Why today of all days?

My body moved on it's own, fingers, latching onto the window seal. They turned red from the gripping pressure.

One leg up and over and then the other. Two stories wasn't that bad. I lied to myself trying to convince my brain. My own reservations did nothing to stop my bodies actions. I felt my hips began to sway, rocking the dangling weight of my legs back and forth and back and forth, propelling them toward the sewage pipe two feet away.

"Rache! No don't do it!" Gar belted. "I'm taller than you it's not going to work for you!".

"Shut up Gar I know what I'm doing." I lied.

Harder and harder my legs pumped, but my hands felt slick against the seal. My nails clawed at the metal, but there was no grip. And so, my legs kept swinging like they hadn't got the memo and suddenly, it happened. I was ripped from my world of safety and thrust into the turbulent wind also referred to as life, and what a conspiring BITCH it was.

The trees, street lights, stars, moon, the bedroom window, went by in a blurr as I sailed through the air like one of those bags. There was this feeling that my stomach had suddenly jumped into my throat, which was only broken by the sharp cries of terror that escaped I reached for something, anything to hold onto.

"AaaaaaAAAAhhh!"

I thought it was my own voice I was hearing but just below me Gar was mirroring my screams and flailing arms. For just two seconds we were frozen. Just like that. Two idiot kids runing from trouble and then it all came crashing down.

"BAM! CRUNNNCH!"

"OH MY FUCK HOW MUCH DO YOU WEIGH!" Gar cursed.

I barred my teeth at him, but honestly I was just glad to have landed on something soft... kind of soft.

"WHAP!"

"OW! What the hell was that for! You landed on it and now it's in shock."

"Whatever." I got up, dusting my butt off, suddenly remembering, but it was much too late.

My eyes, my Dad's eyes, and Gar's eyes all met at the exact same time, but were all saying very different things. Nothing Dad's eyes said was G rated that's for sure.

Like flash Gar was off again, but clearly his brain and body weren't attached. Actually, at this point, I wasn't really sure if he ever had a brain to begin with.

"Fuuggggghhhhhhhh!" Gar squealed, scrambling up the sewer pipe like a little rat. Why didn't he just get in the car instead. STUPID. I tossed the rest of the belongings into the trunk while the distraction was still at work.

"Your little boyfriend was living here! He was staying in this house! I'm going to destroy you!" He grabbed at the air, reaching for Gar's legs, but Gar had managed to hoist them too far up to be yanked down by my midgety foster Dad.

"RACHE!" Gar screamed.

"RACHE? RACHE! Rache isn't going to save you. As soon as I catch you I'm going to kiss your ass, then I'm going to kick hers too!"

I threw the rest of the stuff in the trunk and gunned the engine.

"Jump you moron!" I shouted.

"You're the moron what do I look like James Bond?"

My foster Dad was still standing just below the sewage pipe brandishing his fists totally oblivious to the car right next to him.

"I'm gettimg my gun!" He shouted

"OKAY, OKAY, I'M A MORON!" Gar shouted.

I gulpped shutting my eyes imagining Gar doing the same as he took the plunge. PLOP, he landed with a smack on the rooftop.

Out of the moon roof I could see his body sprawled out like a spider hanging on for dear life.

And we were off.

"Slow the fuck down I can't hold on with you driving my car like a mad woman!"

"Well your going to have to fall off then because I'm not slowing down. Dad was a college track star and he has a gun."

I caught a glimpse of Dad in the rearview. He was gaining remarkable ground, firing bullets randomly at the car.

"MY PAINT JOB!"

"YOU IDIOT IT COULD HAVE BEEN YOUR HEAD!".

Like a ninja Gar slid in through the window. "I think he's finally tired." He said glancing up at the rearview to see a panting old man slump away like a defeated dog.

Gar wanted a simple knuckle bump, but I wanted to know the future. Would this actually turn out the way I wanted it to? Could I really escape my problems just by moving in with other misfits or would we all just be eachother's problems. I looked at Gar again and the dirty fist he was offering.

Instead of a knuckle bump I did something unexpected. I held on.

Gar's pensive gaze never left my face when I intertiwined my fingers with his, driving further into the I was just looking for something to hold onto. But maybe the answer was letting go because I didn't feel affection for him or anyone rather. I had played the role of a civil human being at times and maybe Gar thought I was okay, that we were friends, but I knew the truth.

I was a monster and monsters only knew two emotions anger and hate.

I hated Gar. I hated that my foster Dad made me go to group counseling and that he thought I was defective and I hated that I was forced to share part of myself with someone I had no intetion of knowing. Someone I would had never talked to if given the choice. He was a whiney green haired little punk who probably wacked off several times a night. How had fate somehow become so twisted that I ended up here hand in hand with someone I hated. Yes, I hated him.

He took over my room and my space and now he was about to share the darkness that I had kept to myself.

What did he want from me? Why was his plan to invade my space?

His hand reached for the wheel and the brake bringing us to a sudden halt in front of an abandon house in a bad neighborhood. The hand that held mine slid free resting against my cheak instead, holding my head in place while thin dry lips crawled over mine.

Was this the way it was supposed to be? I broke away after a five second kiss, hands still gripping the wheel and face forward like I was never touched.

There was too much to focus on right now.