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Alice

"Really though, thank you, Nick," I say for the sixth time, expressing my gratitude while I buckle my seat belt.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see his hands grip the steering wheel when he hears his name leaves my lips.

"Don't mention it." He grumbles.

I turn and look out the window. I start to hum a tune after a while when the silence starts to eat me alive.

"Stop that." He commands and I roll my eyes.

"Why." I look over to him with a pout. At a red light, he glances over at me and does a double-take at my lip so I tuck it back into my mouth feeling a blush cover my cheeks.

"Because it's distracting me." He says staring out at the road intensely. I sigh but stop humming anyways. It's his car. His rules.

After a few seconds, I know I need to stop the silence. "So, a nice car you have here," I tell him with a smile and tap the dash with my hand.

"Really? This piece of shit?" He chuckles softly and that sound makes me squirm causing an unknown heat to my core. I tuck a loose piece of hair behind my ear and press my thighs together.

"It's not... sh... it." I choke out the swear. "I like the color," I tell him truthfully. His car was a beautiful dark navy blue. Besides the few dents and scratches, it was in good shape.

"Too afraid to swear?" He laughs again and I can't help but feel embarrassed. I never swore. My dad used to swear a lot and it always made me feel bad for some reason.

My face goes grim and I'm sure Nick noticed that cause the playful mood turns the air to a thick tension. "I'm not afraid," I mumble staring at my lap.

His laughing stops and he luckily changes the subject. Glancing over at me he talks. "Is blue your favorite color?" He asks referring to his car.

I nod. "Navy blue."

"Hm." He hums. "I'll keep that in mind." He whispers the last part intending for me not to hear but I did.

Blue always reminded me of blue bunny ice cream. And my love for the cold creamy treat was strong.

"The best things in life are blue," I say and he raises an eyebrow.

"Hydrangeas, sonic, blueberries, blue jays, the ocean, the Cookie Monster, gas fire, T-" I say counting on my fingers as I name off my favorites.

"Gas fire?" He questions oddly.

"Yes. Peacocks, the sky, dart frogs, jeans, Uranus, Huckleberry Hound, Smurf's." I continue.

He smiles while I talk. He asks me about my day and I ask about his. He refuses to tell me though. We talk about school and it was eventually a comfortable ride with him. And for the first time in a long time. Someone listened to me. And it felt nice to be heard.

We pull up to the house and my smile drops. Nick was looking at me and when he sees my smile drop his does too and he turns his head to look at what I was looking at.

"Brodie really did leave me," I mumble looking at said man's car sloppily parked in Aunt Jessie's driveway. I see one of his tires has run over Jessie's flower beds.

Those poor flowers.

I look over at him and just want to ease the tension away in his shoulders.

"Thanks again, Nick," I say quietly and he looks me in the eye. He swallows hard and nods. Weird boy.

With sudden hesitation, I grab my bag and get out slamming the car door before running up the front steps.

I open the front door and take my shoes off as well as hang up my backpack on the hook. "Jessie? I'm home!" I call out but get no response.

I walk into the kitchen and see a note and a plate of cookies.

I made fresh cookies for you two! They should still be warm by the time you both get home, I'm out running some errands so have fun without me :(
-Love Jess

The note says. I pick up a cookie and it's rock hard and cold. I sigh and drop the cookie and it breaks onto the plate. Go figure it's cold. Been sitting out for two hours.

"Look whose back." I hear a grave voice behind me. I jump and turn around to see Brodie leaning against the door jam.

"Brodie? Where were you today?" I ask softly.

"Here." He shrugs and walks to the fridge taking a beer out. He rips the cap off with his fingers and I can see blood on his fingertips.

"Brodie you're not 21," I say quietly and eye the beer he's chugging.

"I don't give a fuck." He spits out the words in my direction and I quickly wipe away the beer spit he got on my face. His horrible words.

Only then do I look into his scary eyes. They were bloodshot and red.

I walk up closer to him. "Are you high?" I say with a frown.

"Yeah. And you're not gonna say shit about it to my mom either. Did you get that? And if you do I'll make sure you go back home." He threatens and I feel my heartbeat accelerate. No. Not home.

He stalks up closer to me when I say nothing. Effectively backing me up against the wall. He gets up close and leans his head on my shoulder. I feel unease and his hand holds the empty bottle loosely at his side.

"I can make you suffer." He says with a straight face and eyes with no emotion. Out of nowhere, he bursts out laughing but I don't seem to find this funny at all!

The bottle slips from his hand and shatters at my bare feet causing me to gasp. His laughing ceases instantly. So quickly I could diagnose him bipolar.

"Oops." He says with a lazy smirk and walks upstairs leaving the glass shards at my feet.

I feel my eye twitch and I don't dare take my eyes off that... that monster until he's out of my sight.

I take a deep breath and bend down and start to pick up the glass.

I can't go back home.

~~

I walk upstairs quietly in hopes to not let Brodie hear me.

As I pass his room quickly I freeze when I see him shoving bags of green under his mattress.

The floor creaks under me and his head shoots up and looks in my direction. I can't go home.

I gulp.

I watch as he menacingly stalks to the door before smiling a sadistic smile. Then slams the door in my face. The force shakes a picture frame on the wall.

I blink at the action and only then do sounds register. My ears ring and I felt a headache forming.

I go to my room after that and fall down into the silk blankets. I can't go home. I bring my hand up and look at all the bloody scratches I got from the darn glass. I close my eyes and before I know it I'm falling asleep dreaming about a certain tattooed someone who seems to occupy my thoughts all of a sudden.



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