many boxes?”
“Well, I’m going to be staying at a hotel tomorrow night. I’m too fearful of what is to come. I told the police about how Christian is missing, but they said they have bigger things to figure out.”
“But, what if he is dead or something? I don't know what I would do if he were to be dead!” I cried. “I really loved that boy.”
Johnny narrowed his eyes, “I'm sure he's fine.”
I peeked into his truck and Johnny had all his guns in the backseat. My eyes then narrowed in suspicion. “Why are you taking all your guns to a hotel?”
“These are my babies,” he laughed. “It's like makeup to you.”
“But, to a hotel?”
“Leanna, I’m really busy. Shouldn't you be at school or something?”
“It's Sunday. Plus, school as been canceled for the next week.”
Johnny walked over to me and gently shoved me off his lawn. “I'll see you in the morning then. I won't be leaving until tomorrow night. I’m sorry, I’m just really busy right now, angel.”
I was angry that Johnny shoved me off his lawn, even if he was gentle about it. I spit on his grass and he stared at me in confusion.
“Are you feeling okay? You look paler than usual and you look so thin?” Johnny asked as I walked away.
“I look fine,” I snapped.
I walked back to my home and sat on the patch of grass Tyler last laid on. I began to tear up as I tried to call Mama, but I could tell she ignored my call because it only rang once. How rude of Mama? What if she was getting the call that I had died?
I always was a lonely person on the inside, but now I was just as lonely on the outside too. Not even a free beer at the bar could put a smile on my face.
I was far gone.
Chapter 8
Born to Die
I stared at my clock as a knock on the door startled me awake. It was a little after midnight and I knew the knocking was nothing good. So, I hid under my blankets as I began to get dizzy as the knocking continued.
“Leanna!” it was Christian’s voice.
I jumped out my bed and hurried through the halls and slid to the door. I hurried to open it but I did not see him. All I could see was the pitch black street. “Christian?” I said as I peeked out the door.
As I tried to close the door, Christian pushed open the door with all his force. He entered my home with an ugly expression as if he were upset with me. He looked like he had been buried alive, covered in leaves and dirt.
He grabbed my tiny shoulders in anger. “What is wrong with you!” He began shaking me harder and harder; so hard, I could hear my teeth rattle. “You are insane! Just wait until I tell the police on you!”
I shoved him away, falling onto my bottom. I slid back slowly, afraid of his actions. “What is wrong with me? What is wrong with you?” I shouted. “I've been worried about you and called you several times!”
He lifted me to my feet with one tug and then shoved me in the arm. “So, now you're trying to act innocent,” he laughed. “As if you did not put your tiny little hands around my throat and tie a scarf so tightly around my neck that I passed out. Then, you drove me to the desert and dragged me into a ditch where you continued to kick me until I passed out again!”
I began to laugh. “Why would I do that?” I whispered. “Oh my gosh, you're serious?”
“All I did was kiss you and you did not like that. You could have just said you did not want to be touched but you began to attack me.”
“You're deranged. I don't have the power to take you into a ditch or even choke you.”
He chuckled and I could tell he was chuckling out of anger. “Ha, I thought the same thing until you did it! It's like you blanked out or something! Derek was right about you.” Christian leaned in to push me but I shoved his hand away with my fast reflexes. “But, now you are wide awake and I can prove what you did to me. After this, I’m heading straight to the police station to tell them what you did to me and probably the
“Well, I’m going to be staying at a hotel tomorrow night. I’m too fearful of what is to come. I told the police about how Christian is missing, but they said they have bigger things to figure out.”
“But, what if he is dead or something? I don't know what I would do if he were to be dead!” I cried. “I really loved that boy.”
Johnny narrowed his eyes, “I'm sure he's fine.”
I peeked into his truck and Johnny had all his guns in the backseat. My eyes then narrowed in suspicion. “Why are you taking all your guns to a hotel?”
“These are my babies,” he laughed. “It's like makeup to you.”
“But, to a hotel?”
“Leanna, I’m really busy. Shouldn't you be at school or something?”
“It's Sunday. Plus, school as been canceled for the next week.”
Johnny walked over to me and gently shoved me off his lawn. “I'll see you in the morning then. I won't be leaving until tomorrow night. I’m sorry, I’m just really busy right now, angel.”
I was angry that Johnny shoved me off his lawn, even if he was gentle about it. I spit on his grass and he stared at me in confusion.
“Are you feeling okay? You look paler than usual and you look so thin?” Johnny asked as I walked away.
“I look fine,” I snapped.
I walked back to my home and sat on the patch of grass Tyler last laid on. I began to tear up as I tried to call Mama, but I could tell she ignored my call because it only rang once. How rude of Mama? What if she was getting the call that I had died?
I always was a lonely person on the inside, but now I was just as lonely on the outside too. Not even a free beer at the bar could put a smile on my face.
I was far gone.
Chapter 8
Born to Die
I stared at my clock as a knock on the door startled me awake. It was a little after midnight and I knew the knocking was nothing good. So, I hid under my blankets as I began to get dizzy as the knocking continued.
“Leanna!” it was Christian’s voice.
I jumped out my bed and hurried through the halls and slid to the door. I hurried to open it but I did not see him. All I could see was the pitch black street. “Christian?” I said as I peeked out the door.
As I tried to close the door, Christian pushed open the door with all his force. He entered my home with an ugly expression as if he were upset with me. He looked like he had been buried alive, covered in leaves and dirt.
He grabbed my tiny shoulders in anger. “What is wrong with you!” He began shaking me harder and harder; so hard, I could hear my teeth rattle. “You are insane! Just wait until I tell the police on you!”
I shoved him away, falling onto my bottom. I slid back slowly, afraid of his actions. “What is wrong with me? What is wrong with you?” I shouted. “I've been worried about you and called you several times!”
He lifted me to my feet with one tug and then shoved me in the arm. “So, now you're trying to act innocent,” he laughed. “As if you did not put your tiny little hands around my throat and tie a scarf so tightly around my neck that I passed out. Then, you drove me to the desert and dragged me into a ditch where you continued to kick me until I passed out again!”
I began to laugh. “Why would I do that?” I whispered. “Oh my gosh, you're serious?”
“All I did was kiss you and you did not like that. You could have just said you did not want to be touched but you began to attack me.”
“You're deranged. I don't have the power to take you into a ditch or even choke you.”
He chuckled and I could tell he was chuckling out of anger. “Ha, I thought the same thing until you did it! It's like you blanked out or something! Derek was right about you.” Christian leaned in to push me but I shoved his hand away with my fast reflexes. “But, now you are wide awake and I can prove what you did to me. After this, I’m heading straight to the police station to tell them what you did to me and probably the
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