THE BOY NEXT DOOR

TELLING THE TRUTH & STAY AWAY

Aimee's POV
I've been crying for days. I've been crying because how nasty Rydel was. I never told Ross to take the blame for me.

Even though I might never be able to see them again, I have to tell Stormie and Mark the truth. Ross shouldn't suffer because of me.

I got off of the couch and walked into the hallway. "Where you going?" Connor asked.

"To tell Stormie and Mark the truth!" I say. Before he could try stopping me, I walked out. I walked next door and rung the doorbell.

Of course the person I didn't want to see answered the door. Rydel.

I rolled my eyes. "Why the fuck are you doing here?! I told you to stay away from my family!" She says, rudely as Stormie walked.

"Rydel! Don't talk to Aimee like that!" Stormie scolded Rydel. "Trust me. If you knew what she did, you'd understand!" Rydel says, marching away.

"I'm sorry Aimee but Ross is grounded!" Stormie says. I sighed, knowing that was my fault.

"I'm not here to see him. I'm here to talk to you and Mark!" I say. She smiled moving out of the way. "Oh. Come on in!"

I let a tear slip and moved back. "I can't"

She was confused. "Why not?"

"Because you and Mark are going to hate me after I say this!" I say. "HONEY! CAN YOU COME HERE?!" Stormie yelled, walking outside.

"Ye-oh hey Aimee?" Mark smiled, walking outside. "Wanna come in?" He asked.

I shake my head. "Listen, Ross took the blame for me!" I confessed. They looked at me confused. "What?" Mark asked.

"Ross wasn't the one drinking. I-I was the one who was drinking. He only smelled like beer because he kissed me. He brought me home. He tried helping me!" I say, letting more tears slip.

They looked mad but Mark looked even more mad. "GET THE HELL OUT!!" He yelled. I flinched.

"I-I'm sorry!" I cried.

"I DON'T WANT YOU TO GO NEAR ANY ONE OF MY KIDS ESPECIALLY ROSS!" Mark yelled, going inside with Stormie following behind.

I just kept crying and crying until my mom pulled into the driveway. She hurried out of her car and ran to me who was on the front lawn of the Lynch's.

"What's wrong?!" She asked, with concern in her tone.

"T-They hate me!" I cried harder. "Shhh. Calm down!" She says, helping me inside our house. We sat down and I talked to her.