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.XVI

ALLISON

After detention ended, I was finally set free. Everyone left, including the teacher, but I was left in the classroom, with the lights off.

I hate my shitty life, and music is my medicine to that. I pulled out my phone and my earphones, plugging the device in and placing the earbuds inside my ear.

It's soothing.

Listening to a single music on repeat, while replaying your life inside your head silently.

I leaned my head on the armchair, and closed my eyes as I mouthed the words of the song.

⚓️

I heard a loud crash, that managed to get through my loud music. I shot my eyes open and was actually shocked when I noticed that it's dark outside.

I have to catch the bus.

I gathered all my things and went out for the door, but then each and every light in the school was turned off except for the one near the entarnce doors.

As I walked my way to the doors, the only thing I can hear are the footsteps of my knee high boots, in which I hate to be really honest.

No one is left, and I have no idea what time it is, because the moment I woke up, my phone is dead.

Now I just have to wait for a bus.

My car was broken, or so I have noticed just this week. I saw a very large dent on my headlights.

I've been waiting for hours, but no bus came.

I crossed my arms in disappointment, as I groaned while leaning my back on the bench.

So basically, while I was on detention, I was excused to talk to my mother. It was a five minute call, no biggie.

My mother told me that I was kicked out of the house. And that i'll be gathering my things whenever I needed it.

I don't know how that shit happened, my mother just simply told me that

she's tired of my crap.

And she managed to tell me that calmly.

That I go out almost everyday and go home very late.

I hate my mother. I don't even know if my father has knowledge about this, because I expect him to defend me.

But I know, deep, deep, deep inside my head that he doesn't. Because i'm nothing but "The adopted child". Nothing more, nothing less.

Stupid people.

Now I have nowhere to go, with my school bag that contains only my books.

Noshitsherlock.

I caught a glimpse of faint headlights towards me, and I really expected it to be the bus.

I stood up and wavered my hand in the air, in hopes to grasp the bus's attention.

But then I expected the wrong thing.

It's a black car. And in response to that, I kept my hand behind my back as the car stopped in a halt in front of me.

I never looked at the driver as he rolled down his windows, because the last thing I would want is to be embarrassed in front of a stranger.

"I'm sorry. I.. I thought your car was the bus.. I'm just-" i started

"Just get inside."

That made me look at the driver slowly.

"No. It's.. Fine, Luke." I hesitated, but he shook his head.

"It's eleven thirty. See this?" He flashed me his lockscreen, which proves he's right.

"Thanks. I'll just walk home." I smiled forcefully at him, which made him roll his eyes in the dark.

"Just get your goddamn ass inside before I drive away and leave you freezing cold in here. With the ghosts of our school."

I know i've always hated ghosts, and that made me open the passenger door handle in a rush and go inside.

"Finally." He breathed out as he drove away.

I never spoke.

We never spoke

Then as he reached my neighborhood, I remembered something.

"No. Luke. Stop." He stopped the car, and I brushed my hand across my hair. "I... I can't go home."

"What do you mean you can't go home?"

"I have no home."

"What? I really, really, don't understand you."

"I was kicked out of my house."

He stayed silent, staring into empty space.

"I can... Um, you can drop me off here." I said, reaching for the handle, but then he locked everything.

"What the hell, Luke. Let me out."

"You're coming with me."

"What the fck does that have to mean?"

"You're sleeping in my house."

Then he drove away.

"What about your mother?"

"I bought a new house."

"I have no clothes, no everything!" I screamed, which made him clutch the wheel because of the volume of my voice.

"Can you please stop asking questions? You could ask me when were home." And now he sounds irritated.

___

He parked his car outside his house and unlocked the door. I got out manually by myself, and I followed him inside his house.

His house is just in the perfect size to keep him.

Everything is organized, which surprised me.

He switched on a lot of lights, which illuminated the room even more. "I could sleep in your couch." I said, but he shook his head again.

"You're sleeping in my bed."

I didn't hesitate. Because, I miss my bed so much, and I want to sleep in a bed. It's like I haven't slept in my bed for years.

I followed him to his room, and I was really surprised to see his room neat and clean.

His duvet is cream colored, mixed with black pillows. He has an electric guitar seated beside his desk, and heaps of paperwork all messed up in one section.

I'm surprised to say it's... organized.

He turned the lights on, and threw a piece of fabric on my direction.

It's a shirt with Kurt Cobain's face in it. I know I am obsessed with him. Like.. Really, obsessed.

And then he left the room.

"Hey, wait." I called out, and he turned his head to me.

"Do you have anything to wear... Under?"

He fazed out for a second and nodded, while walking back to his closet. He pulled out a pair of sweatpants and handed them to me.

"Thanks." I muttered, but he never looked back.

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Very short chapter, or I can call it a filler. But thank you, thank you, thank you for reading my stories even if they suck.
Yes besh

Love,
A.