Wandering

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"When we land you text your Father you're safe when we get home. Under stood?" My Mum states.
"Okay whatever." I have no effort to argue with her. I close my eyes, feeling my moms stare burning holes into my head. I just hope we can land soon. When we get back I'm going to bed then god knows what I'll do for the rest of my time there. I'm wishing that my Dad gets this paper work dealt with soon. 

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My Mom shakes me awake and I flick my eyes open. 
"Put your belt on. We're landing." She eyes my belt. I close it and lean back in my seat waiting to land. I feel the plane hitting the floor and I mentally sigh as I know what's in store for me as I get home. Back to her shouting at me, telling me to do this and that blah blah blah. The wheels hit the floor and we roll simultaneously until we come to a stop. A voice comes over the speaker and everyone gets up. Grabbing my backpack, my Mom pulls me off the plane.

We finally get back and my Mom texts someone on her phone. I assume it's someone to take us home. Of course she wouldn't drive her. It took no second question for someone to drive her here. Everyone was up to take the queen of the town anywhere. A car pulls up in front of us and the window rolls down.
"Hop in." A voice says.

No way. No fucking way. Harry and his Dad. I let out a sigh and Harry makes his way out to put my bag in the back. 
"Good to see you back Chiara." He winks followed by a smirk.

I say nothing in reply and take a seat in the back.
"Miss Barran, you can sit up front. I'll sit in the back with Chiara." Harry acts so innocent in front of my mother. 
"Thank you Harry, what a gentleman you are!" She praises. Only if she knew what he was really like.

We began to drive down street after street and I watched out the window as we pass multiple cars. Dr. Hunt opened his mouth to speak.
"You know Chiara, Jess told us you'd be coming back and Harry asked if we could be your ride back and I couldn't say no." He smiles whilst looking at me in the rear view mirror. I fake smile in response and close my eyes so I don't have to involve myself in anymore conversation. 

"Chiara!" I feel something poke me and I stir awake. "We're at yours. Wake up." Another poke. I open my eyes to Harry prodding at me. I yawn and open the door to step out.  Dr. Hunt is quick to open the back and get my things out. He hands my bag and I mutter a quick thanks. Harry makes his way over and smirks as I look away. His Dad and my Mom converse by the front door and Harry speaks to me.

"Not a thanks?" He gives a sly smirk."
"I'm tired Harry and I have no time for your bullshit." I sigh and wait by the front door since I don't have my keys. My Mom looks over and mouths 'text your father'.
I go to his contact and begin to type.

'Mom told me to text you that I'm home safe... so I'm texting you?' 

Harry stands beside me looking at my phone. 
"Aren't you going to text your boyfriend." He urges.
"I ended it before I came here." I say with no emotion.
"So Mr. Italy is out of the picture huh?" He raises an eyebrow.
"I guess so Harry. But there's a chance I'll still be in contact with him." I whisper the second bit.

My Mom walks over and gives a fake smile to Harry.
"Miss Barran, you may want to take Chiara's phone away. She's still talking to that boy you heard about. You know which one." He sends a glance my way.
"Oh, Harry! I probably should!" She squeals like a teenage girl.

Harry's Dad calls out for him and he nods signalling he'll be right over.
"Got to go Jess! See you around Chi." He looks me up and down and leaves. My Mom waves and she nudges me when she sees me scowl. I raise my hand to say goodbye and put it down when they are out of sight. My Mom huffs and turns back to me.

"Give your phone." There's the woman I absolutely adore back.
"No. You're not having my phone." I hiss back.
"Chiara, give it!" She screeches and pulls it from my grip. I gasp at her actions and she unlocks the front door. I storm my way into my bedroom and lock the door so she can't annoy me anymore than she already has. 

I lay back down on my bed and kick off my shoes. A single tear falls down from my left eye. I don't bother to wipe it away, but instead allow the rest of the tears to fall. Wrapping myself up in blankets and surrounding myself by pillows, I close my eyes so the rest of my tears are locked away yet they still manage to fall. 

I thought over everything for hours upon end that night. I remembered I had a little money still in my account from before. I would take part in some volunteering and jobs around the neighbourhood to earn a little cash here and there. I plan to leave the house tomorrow when my Mom's out any maybe rent a hotel room for a week or two. It was the most I could do but I knew eventually I would run out of money and be forced to go back to my mother.

Trying my hardest to shut out all my thoughts, I closed my eyes tightly and hid myself under numerous pillows. Every thought trailed back to Romeo. Either the way he made me smile. The way my skin felt on fire when he touched me. Or the way he held me close to him as we slept. All I wished for was to be next to him. I hadn't gone a while since we slept next to each other and now I wasn't sure how to even fall asleep right.

This is going to be a long night.