Chapter 8: Mysterious Ponies and Pizza - Part 1

                                    

                                          


                          
Sebastian's POV 
                          
I pull my motorcycle up to the curb a block from Rachel's house. Although it's not the best neighborhood it's still slightly better than mine and since it's controlled by the local motorcycle gang, The Alpha Weasels, that Mike, Rachel's stepfather is a part of, no one would dare steal a motorcycle from around here. I hop off and make my way up street to Rachel's house. It's an old brick house that looks worse for wear. Some of the tiles are missing from the roof and I remember Rachel once complaining that there was a leak in her ceiling one night when it was raining and the plonk, plonk sound of the water dripping into the bucket kept her up all night. The yellowing paint on the front door and on the windowsills is old flaking off. The front yard is littered with cigarette butts, rusted broken down cars, motorcycle parts, beer bottles and various other bits of garbage. Rachel's stepdad's beat up pickup truck is parked up their driveway, but there is no other sign that anyone is home. Luckily the neighbors on the left side of their house don't seem to be home yet, so I take the opportunity and sneak down the side of the house and into their back yard. Once I'm sure no one has noticed me I haul myself up and over the slightly wobbly 6 foot high wooden fence that divides the two properties. Landing silently in a crouch position on the not recently mowed grass I look around. Coast clear, I creep over to Rachel's bedroom window. Her blinds are drawn, but I can see through the slight gap where they don't quite meet in the middle. There is no one inside her room and it looks as tidy as it had always been the few times she's snuck me in her bedroom window, but something just seems off. Then I notice it, the chair that is usually at her desk is propped up leaning against the door handle of her closest. Shit! I'd bet my left arm that she's in there.  
                          
"Oi, little bitch bring me a beer and be quick about it," I hear a deep male voice yell out. 
                          
Double shit! Her step-dad and little half-sister must be home. Ducking down I run, half-crouched down along the side of her house back to the fence, still running I jump up at a run gripping the top of the fence and vaulting my body sideways over it, I don't stop. Running the rest of the block I slow down to a jog as I approach my motorcycle. Swinging my leg over I straddle the seat and start her up. I tear off down the street and head home, not even bothering to put on my helmet that is locked in the case attached to the back of motorcycle. Kasey will give me huge lecture if she finds out I've been riding without my helmet again, but right now I just need to get out of here, I if I get caught things will be worse for Rachel. I need to come up with a plan and get Rachel out of there tonight.  
                          
"Hang in there Babe, I'll be back for you soon," I say out loud even though I know she can't hear me. 
                          
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"I TOLD YOU THEY AREN'T FUCKING MINE!" I hear Nova scream as I walk in the front door of our apartment.  
                          
What the fuck is her problem now? I've been gone maybe forty minutes and all hell has broken loose. There are clothes and other various objects strewn all over the living room floor and furniture. Wait is that a unicycle leaning against the dining table? I never know we had one of those. It's probably from that phase Kaleb went through when he was eleven where he wanted to be a circus performer after we all snuck in to see the circus, by pretending we were a part of other families that had lots of kids, of course we couldn't all just join onto the same family, because there were too many of us so we all split up to pairs. Kaleb thought that he and Jackson would make an awesome acrobatic clown duo, but no matter how much Kaleb tried to persuade and bribe him Jackson continued to refuse until Kaleb finally admitted defeat almost a year later. I personally at the time didn't think it was a bad idea, we could have all done it, but Kasey said that even the circus would ask questions if we ran off and joined them.