Chapter 6

I slowly got up. Too slowly I guess, cause Alex walked back and dragged me too the door.

"Jeez, lazy. C'mon." He said it like we were fighting siblings. I got what he was trying to do. I stuck my tounge out at him.

"Okay officer. Here they are." Derek said, waving him hand in our direction. "Uhm, yes. We have a few questions for you two. May we step in?"

"Of course, of course. Come on in. The couch is over there."

We followed Derek and sat across from the officers in the arm chairs.

"Okay officer. . Uh-" "Officer Taylor." He seemed impatient. "Yes, officer Taylor. . .Okay, I'll be in the kitchen." Derek left the room, and the officers were staring at me. "What do you wanna talk to us about?" I tried to sound upset, or somewhat distracted. "We saw you two running from the park. What are two suspisious charaters doing over by the park at this late hour?"

"Well, You see Officer, me and my sister, Aiden, we were arguing, and we started on a tender subject, and Aiden got upset, and ran too the park."

"Oh, really? Explain please."

My turn. Choosing my words carefully, I quietly said, "Well, I just went through a tough loss. . . .And Alex was trying too hurt my feelings, simply to make me leave him alone. He said something, and it just got to me. I was so upset, I hopped on my bike, and rode to the park. That's where me and Ronnie met. Ronnie is my ex. Alex got into the car and came to get me. I got off my bike on the other side of the street. And we sat and talked it out a little."

"Okay, young lady. Why in the world should I believe you? Or-I didn't even know there was another  child at this household!"

"Techniclly, I'm not his sister, sir. I lived with their aunt, and she brought me here a few days ago."

"Alright, well, we will check this over with your father. See if there was fighting. But, answer me one more question."

"What's that, sir?"

"Why did you get off your bike on the other side of the street?"

"Oh, because my tires aren't in good shape. I didn't wanna pop them with any acorns on the walkway."

"Alright, then. We will be back. You can keep your bike. Stay inside next time, you understand me?"

"Yes." We both said it in unison. It sounded funny, I laughed, and officer Taylor glared at me. I knew he didn't believe a word of what I said. And I didn't know if Derek's story was gonna match up to ours. I watched the officers walk in. I heard them quietly question Derek and then they left.

When the cops left, I made Alex get my bike, and check too see if there were any cops out around. When we were sure of it, Alex drove me home.

"Alex, how did Derek's story match up too ours?"

"Oh, hah, he was listening with a cup on the other side of the wall. Stupid cops. He does that whenever they come talk to me."

"Oh, well, heh, Good!"

"Well, alright, here is your house, or a block away from it."

"Thank you, Alex. Sorry if I bothered you tonight."

"No, No. You helped me, at the least! Are you sure you can get home, undetected, it's almost 5am."

"Yeah, I'll need to talk about this some more, Alex. Maybe, we can get togther?"

"Sure Aiden, now go. Before they come back! I'll call you, kay?"

"Okay, Bye Alex."

I got out of the car, and hopped on my bike.

I rode as fast as I could, through backyards, and under decks. I was surprised to see no fences. I thought about alot on my ride home.

Was this a joke? Would I get home in time? What about the lock to my bike?

I answered the questions in my head, and calmed myself, finally. I reached my backyard, and found my lock, exactly where it was, a good sign. I picked it up and re-attached it too my bike, broken. Great! . . . Not.

I found a tree branch high enough to help me climb through my window, and I berely made a sound closing and opening it.

I was getting better every second! Once I was in the house, something didn't seem right.

But then again, it never did in this place. I unlocked my door, turned off my music, and moved the pillows.

I was hiding the key, when I saw why my room felt so. . .different.

My razor was sitting on my bedside table.

And I was one-hundered percent sure it wasn't there when I left.

I layed in my bed , stared at my celieng, and just thought. What the hell even happened tonight? I wasn't even sure, and I lived it. I wrote it all down in my journal. And then, it hit me, again, my razor was definatly gone when I left, was my mom in here? She couldn't have been, I locked it and everything! Maybe I was loosing my mind, or I already had.

 

Reviews

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For the first couple chapters, I thought Aiden was a male! You need to make sure that the reads know your first person narrator is male or female. People can't usually tell from just a name. Anyway, great chapter! Though it is a little unrealistic that the cops believed them so easily, it was very entertaining. Though I don't believe you're going to continue this, because the last entry was in January of 2010, it was nice reading it while it lasted!

[Aimee]

Me likeyy.
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I like the ending.
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