part 14
when i got on the bus Jenny slid in against the window. we
started talking about the weekend. even though its only
Wednesday.. we were all really excited.. we had a feeling my
parents would allow it. but then i just remembered.. my gut
feeling.. crap.. if something happened.. they'd never let anyone
over, or me out of the house.. crap.
"Dal.. Dal.. Breath Dal Breath!" Jenny said
getting worried..
"s-sorry... i-i just have a problem.." i said.
"yeah.. zoning out.. i have noticed.." she said
and laughed.. i laughed a bit too..
"whats wrong?" she asked
"i don't know.. i just.. have a gut feeling.." i said
she nodded.
"well.. text me when you know what happened.." she said
as i rose since my stop was approaching.
"of course.." i said and smiled then walked off the
bus. my gut feeling was getting worse. and worse. and worse. with
each step i took making me closer and closer to my house. when i
got to it. there was cops. Everywhere. i ran in..
"Ma!" i called.
"shes upstairs." a detective said. i nodded and thanked
him and walked up.
"mom.." i said walking in Carters room. she was just
rocking on the rocking chair that was in his room.. mumbling to
herself.. she looked lifeless.. i frowned.. i walked downstairs
to my dad.
"Dad?" i said walking in the den doors. he was gripping
both the house phone and his cell in either hand. i frowned to
myself.. i finally got the courage to ask what happened
"Carter ran away.." he choked out..
"WHAT!" i nearly screamed.. drawing every cop that was
in my house's attention to me. i closed to doors.
"What!" i said more quietly.
"either that, or he got kidnapped.." i dragged my dad's
forearm out the den and grabbed his keys to his old mustang and
we got outside and i sat in the driver side. when he got in the
passenger side i said
"Alright. teach me how to drive this.." i said he did
and while we were on the road he looked over to me once or
twice.
"where are we going anyway?" he asked still
gripping onto his cell.
"a place i think Carter may be..." i said. he just
nodded and looked out the window. i grabbed my dads cell and
turned on his tracker. he had a chip installed to me and Carters
phone, along with mom. when we got to Shadow Little Rock a 3 acre
place where you go to relax. or do.. whatever you want. its land
that just has trees and grass.. no playground or anything.. and
sure enough. my dads tracker started buzzing like crazy. i looked
down. "what does that mean?" i asked..
"it means that hes here.." he said.. he grabbed his
phone.. good.. i don't know how to work it. we walked around for
about 2 hours.. we were about to give up..
"honey.." my dad said..
"yeah.." i said turning around.
"what phone does he have?" he asked.. i walked up next
to him.
"uh.. the red envy 2.." i said.. and sure enough..
Carters phone was laying infront of us. with it was a note.
alright. well you guys are really stupid if you think i would
take my chipped phone away with me.. well.. bye?. i don't know
how long ill be gone.. if you wanna blame someone.. blame my
perfect favored sister Dalla.
i couldn't believe it.. i was the reason he ran away.. i fell to
my knees crying. i was the reason for my boyfriend and best
friends death.. and now my brothers run away and possible death..
i have a great record going on.
"honey.. im sure he doesn't mean it.." my dad
said..
"well no, it makes seance.. i don't remember one award show
i went to for him.. but he got pulled to all mine. and he got
lugged around where ever i wanted to go, and when he wanted to go
someplace i would complain and we wouldn't go.. it is all my
fault.. i was never there for him.." i said. he wrapped his
arm around my back and we headed to the car.
"Dad.." i said starting to cry harder..
"yeah.."
"Do you hate me.." i said..
"NO!.. don't you ever ask that.. why would i hate
you..." he said starting to get angry.
"i made your only son run away.." i said whipping my
eyes.
"you might have.. but i still have my daughter.. so. that's
still important.." he said taking the keys away from me.
good.. im not focused enough to drive. while we were driving
home. that last sentence in the note kept spinning in my head
if you want to blame someone.. blame my perfect favored
sister Dalla.