Run

Let Me Explain...

Ok, I promise I didn't always make bad choices. I was once smart, believe it or not!

That was before he barged into my life. Yes, I'm pointing fingers, but its true.

I'm blaming everything from my misery to my lack of judgment on Jackson Lane!

Why him? Why the most loved guy at West Mills Highschool? Why Angel Samson, the leader of the cheer teams boyfriend?

I'll tell you why!

Just give me a second to explain...

It was a chilly Saterday morning and I had been stuffing my face with ceral when mom turned up the volume on our T.V.

...

"Roxanna.." she whispered. I looked up and set my attention on the woman on screen.

Even though she had a serious face I personally couldn't take her seriously, it probably had to do with the over-done make up and the obvious clevage that poked out of her purple,skin tight V-neck dress.

**I'm here to report breaking news from West Mills of an apperant murder of twenty-three year old Ronald Danson. Ronald had been last seen hosting a party full of under-age teens. He was found, twelve thirty this morning by one of the guests. Police are still investigating this case with no further leads. They have also release names of persons of interest. If you see or hear any of the following young men do not hesitate to call police. That list consists of: Darren Parkers
Jackson Lane
Phillip Fareway
And James Fareway.
Once again these are persons of interest-**

I tuned the woman's voice out.

What the hell....

A murder? Here in West Mills? It was already a small town and with a murderer on the loose many people are gonna go nuts.

"That Jackson boy.. isn't he the mayors son?" Mom said turning the volune back down.

I nodded.

Jackson Lane was a star at West Mills High. With every girl and teacher bent to his will, he was king. Why? He was a spoiled little rich boy by his daddy the towns mayor Thomas James Lane : here at your door, here for your poor, this is how the Lanes score!

"Uh-oh.. daddys gonna have to pull some strings to keep his goody-goody two shoes boy out of the slammer." Dad chuckled taking a sip from his coffee.

"You think it was him?" Mom said with a gasp.

"Of course, why would he be a person of interest honey? I believe they all did it." He said with a glare at the T.V.

Oh no.. here it comes..

Before I could stop myself I started off on one of my rants. "No... Jackson has a reputation to keep.. It had to be the twins.. they were probably drunk and didn't realise what they had done.. so they bolted."

Mom stared at me open mouthed while dad patted me on the back.

"I sware... all she needs is a mustache and a bald spot and I'll have to deal with two of you Danny!" Mom sighed.

"Oh come on dear.. she's atleast got your looks. Then again I have always wanted a son.." dad trailed off with a smirk.

I jumped up and lightly slapped his shoulder.

"Thanks dad!" I exclamed before heading for the kitchen.

I carried my bowl to the sink, washing the few dishes carefully.

Drying my hands on the dish towel I turn for the stairs.

"Goodnight mom! Goodnight dad!" I called, pausing for their replies.

"Night honey!" Dad called from his recliner.

"Night dear! Oh Roxan honey don't forget to finish your report for the school paper next week! Mr. Stanton said you have to turn it in Monday!" My mother called. I smiled, she was always the one to keep me on task. My father was the one to teach me how to procrastinate.

When i was younger and my father still worked at the police station, he would alway let me be his reporter. Sometimes he would take me to the station and hang out with him and the other officers. Sometimes he'd let me help him with a case he was struggling with. It was the best.

That was until he was shot in the hip, almost paralyzed from the hip down. He was out for weeks in a wheel chair. He was forced to retire. From time to time he walks around with a walking stick.

I shook my head from the memories and climbed the stairs. Turning down the hall to my bedroom.

Dark blue walls with green curtains.

I walked over to my bed-side table and picked up my phone.

Already it was buzzing with gossip.

It lit up and vibrated in my hands. Kate, my best friends, icon popped on to it's screen.

I tapped on it.

Did you here?!

Yes.

Who do you think did it?

I don't know.. there's not enough evidence to prove anyone guilty.

I lied.

Your a terrible lier roxie. Anyway i gotta go. You wanna hang out in town tomorrow? I wanna pick out a dress for graduation. Maybe you'll find one that you like.

I debated the thought.

Mom goes to work at five and dads gotta go to Timberland.

Yeah. Mom leaves around five if you wanna pick me up then.

Ok I'll see you tomorrow!

See ya tomorrow!

With that I plugged my phone in to charge and dove into bed.

I was out of it before i even had a chance to turn out my lamp light.

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