My Lune

Ch.1~ Getting away

Kinsley's POV

I've never really fit in. My Mom's a raging bitch, my Dad's a narcissistic asshole, and my brother, well he was the most caring person I knew. That is up until he died, of course. 

I was only fifteen when it happened. To my parents, my brother was their light, joy, everything good in life. It hit everybody really hard, but they took it out on the closest thing possible, me. My Dad started becoming abusive, hitting me with a belt, throwing glasses, anything he could do to hurt me he would. My mother stood by and watch, sometimes would join in. They made me sign up for contact sports so they would have an excuse for all the bruises. 

They told me his death was all my fault and the worst part is I believed them. I started to distract myself by focusing on school. I would tell them I would need to study after school in library. I would do anything possible to not have to see them drunk at home. When I go home, thats when the terror happens. Most kids are afraid of the demons under the bed, I'm afraid of the ones in the room next to me. 

I started to get really good grades, acing every class. My parents didn't care what I did or where I went. Trying to avoid interactions at home I got a job at this little coffee shop down the road from my school. I slowly started to save up for college. My grandma would send me money occasionally. She knew my parents were hurting me, but she would do nothing to stop it. 

Although I resented her for it, the money helped. I finally realized where I belonged, as far away as possible from my parents. I've dreamt of living in London all my life, now I'm packing my bags to leave for Oxford University. 

All my hard work and late nights studies finally payed off. My parents are happy to see me leaving, in fact if i asked them they would probably give me money for an Uber to drop me off. I won't really miss America, just the memories with my family when my brother was alive. My grandma had bingo today so she sent me some money instead of driving me to the airport. 

When I arrive at the airport, everything seems right. As I step out of the Uber, the smell of wet concrete hits my nose. The light mist hits my face and dampens my bags as I pull them out of the trunk. The airport is busy and full of noise of the travelers trying to get to their next destination. 

I go through customs and stop by the coffee shop in my terminal. I grabbed my coffee to-go and headed to my gate. When I arrived at the gate, the pervious passengers were arriving. My group got called on last to board. I could barley afford this plane ticket after spending all my money on tuition. I got some minor scholarships, but it didn't make the price any easier to pay. After a solid 20 minutes of waiting I was finally at my window seat, preparing for the next major step in my life. 

I've never been on a plane before, and I don't think going on a Ten hour flight will help. The only thing that comforts me through my stress is reading. I knew that the plane ride would be long and boring so I plan on rereading the first three Harry Potter books. Luna's my favorite, she just seems so free spirited and joyous, something I envy. 

I look out the window as we take off. Leaving the tarmac I say goodbye to my past and wait for my new life in London. Starting Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone I zone out and enter my own world. 

A few hours later I wake up. I didn't even realize I fell asleep while reading. I excused myself from my seat partners and made my way towards the bathroom. Bathroom planes scare me. Where does the shit go? Does it just float in the bottom of the plane while we travel. I don't get it. I am broke out of my thoughts when somebody coughs behind me. I turn around confused to see them staring at my ass.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing"I say. Fucking creep was probably in their mid 60's.

"Nothing, just staring at what I wish I could have." He sates. 

Before I could respond the bathroom door swings open and I run in, locking myself in. I am confused and scared over the interaction that I just had. I have 2 more hours left on the plane, I'm trapped with that pervert in here. What if he tries to come in when I get out. I splash water on my face to break my rambling thoughts. 

I use the bathroom and think of an escape plan. If I rush out the worst he can do is grab my wrist. Thinking it through I rush out without a second thought. He wasn't even there. I hope he goes into cardiac arrest on the plane. 

Returning to my seat I decide to read again. Before I know it I'm told my table must be stowed and seats upright. The fact that we are landing soon makes me so happy. I left my worries and troubles over seas, thankful that I never have to see my parents ever again.

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If you made it this far thank you so much.<3 Sorry this chapter was kinda boring but i promise things will get more interesting with Kinsley. Her background is going to play a big role in her love life and relationships she has with people.  

if you didn't like it you can kindly fuck off :)

-reese