I felt the stiffness in my neck, and I tried to stretch but my legs hit something hard. I carefully rub my eyes to see that I was in my car. I quickly get up and start eagerly looking for my bookbag. I hit my head on the roof of the car. I look at the front to see my bookbag and my phone. Thank god he didn't rob me. I can't be getting high like that again in public. I jump into the front seat. I don't remember getting in the car. I guess this mysterious person who knows me carried me. I put my hair up into a messy bun when I notice a Polaroid picture. Him and I holding hands walking towards the beach. Who took this picture I don't recall anyone else last night. Shit, what the hell happened.

I'm scrolling through my camera. Looking at the beautiful pictures, I took for the wedding this morning. What a happy couple, their wedding was small but it was a beautiful beach wedding. It reminded me of the event that happened two weeks ago. I wanted to know who he was. He intrigued me. I need to know at least a name. Though there was nothing but this picture. I grabbed it from the glove compartment and looked at it. There were holding hands, and I noticed something.

I was wearing a jacket, and it wasn't mine. It was a jean jacket with a hood and it was ripped. Wait, maybe he left it with me. I got into the backseat, and I looked for it but nothing. Maybe, it was just a one-night thing. Maybe, I'm not meant to find him. Could it be a coincidence that I move here, and I meet this mysterious guy? I'm not a believer in fate. I believe you have control over your life. Though maybe fate was a real thing. I was meant to find him no matter what right?

I was about to get out of the car when I notice something under my seat. I pulled it out, and it was a jean jacket. I dust it off, and I look at the picture and at the jacket, it was the exact one. I realize two things right there, I need to clean my car and maybe I had a chance to find him. I got out of the car and collected my stuff. I walked into the house and there was Ms. Easton preparing lunch.

"Hey, Ms. Easton" as I smiled and waved to her.

"How many times do I have to tell you? Call me by my first name. You make me feel old."

We laugh, and I put my stuff down on the couch. I go into the kitchen and pull my sleeves. I wash my hands and I look at her. Why is such an attractive lady single? She can cook, she works, she is beautiful, smart, and has an extraordinary personality.

"Marla, what do you want me to do?"

"Peel the potatoes and carrots and then cut them." I nodded and started. There was comforting silence but I genuinely wanted to know more about her. If I was going to live with her might as well.

"I know it's not my business but what happens to your husband?" She stops cutting the meat and stood there and said nothing.

"It's a long story darling that happened a couple of years ago."

"I got time to talk," I smiled reassuringly.

"Yeah, let's talk about why you didn't come home until the next day two weeks ago" Shit, I can't let her tell my dad.

"As you long under my roof, I needed to know where you are. Like if you're not coming home I need to know. I know I'm not your mom but you are responsible for now. I won't inform your father but don't allow it to happen again. "

"Yes ma'am " She rolls her eyes and then turns around to finish.

"Slam"

Marla and I both jump at the front door slamming. I see someone in a hoodie and black ripped jeans with light brown hair soaked from head to toe. Marla looked at this boy and looked pissed off.

"Que de dije de aventando la puerta?" She immediately started yelling. I quickly walked into the other room which leads to the laundry room. I didn't want to be nosy about their busy. It was kind of hard not to though. All there was silence until she started once more.

"Respóndeme cuando te hablo!"

"Me dijiste que no lo hiciera"

"Exactamente, sabes qué dame las llaves. Estoy harto de esto.Nunca sé dónde estás y cuando vienes, actúas como si fueras el dueño del la casa."She yells. Then there was silence again.

"No los tengo."

"Dónde están las llaves?" More silence before I hear ." Porque estas mojado y dónde es el carro?"

"Le presto el carro a mi amigo. Por eso estoy mojado"

"¿Qué tipo de amigo es este? Podrían al menos llevarte a casa. No quiero escuchar tus mentiras. No te irás de casa hasta que vuelva a ver ese carro."

Next, all I heard was stomping up the stairs. This kid really messed up. I felt terrible for Marla she just worried about him. What is the worst thing that he could be doing? He could be in some deep shit of trouble, but I bet it, 's not that bad.

I walk out of the laundry room and continue helping her. Before I had to go to my next job tonight. We both acted like it hadn't happened and that was fine with me.

"I'm not staying for dinner I have to work" she looked sad.

" Oh, I was hoping you would stay for dinner. You could properly meet my older son, he is around the same age. He little older but you know maybe you could get to know him."

"I would love to, but I really can't stay sorry."

"Another time though I promise." Kissing her on her rosy cheek and grabbing her coat and walking off.

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I hope you love the story. I know this chapter is very short but the next couple of chapters will be longer. Feedback is always welcome. Tell on what you think will happen next on " The Cliff"