Then it happened

Chapter 6

Almost a month passed and the day I was dreading drew near. The day I had to go back. Of course Aaron had simply forgotten to mention the fact that it was only for a month, so I didn't even know I was going back until a work week before.

As I packed her stuff into bags, I glanced at my phone. I was texting Grace, complaining about how I had to leave.

"Well, why don't you just say you don't want to go?"

"I tried that. It didn't work to well. I was just told that it was always going to be temporary, never supposed to be ya know permanent."

"But didn't they like kick you out? Like make you pack your bags and leave an hour later? Were you even told it was only gonna be for a month?"

"No."

"Then- wtf I'm done trying to understand those people I'm sorry,"

"Nah your fine I gave up a loooong time ago,"

"Ha saaame,"

I continued stuffing my clothes into bags and walking up the stairs, a never-ending process. I looked back at her phone sadly knowing that I would have to go back to no contact with the outside world. That meant no Riley, no Grace, no Dad, no Kansas, no anyone. Just silence sitting all alone downstairs in my grandparents basement on their couch because lord knows there aren't anymore beds.

"Should I take my phone with me?"

I had the sudden idea, I mean I had hidden things from my Mom before, how hard could it be?

"Yes."

"Ok. I wish I knew how to pull off our other plan but I don't think I really know how, or at least a good way."

"Yeaaah I don't know either if I'm being honest."

"I know. Well, I gotta go, my Dad needs to get to work so,"

"K."

I stared at the phone for a good fifteen seconds before turning it off and putting it in my back pocket. I picked up my third and last bag and started up the steps, not looking back once. Not because I was in a hurry to leave, but I knew that if I dwelled on it I never would.

"Ok, I'm 'ready' to go now." I said staring at the floor. "Okie dokie, lets go," my Dad said cheerfully. All the rest of my things were in the backseat, and I even had a perfect hiding space for my phone when Mom came.

They drove for about a half hour and pulled into the parking lot. I grabbed a random shirt from my one bag, wrapped the phone up, and covered the wrapped phone with more shirts. "Now I'm more ready," I thought before I got out of the car. Not even two minutes later I saw my grandfather, "Poppichops" and my mother in my Papa's van, and my face dropped.

Tasha got out of the car and walked over. "You ready?" She asked, smiling. I put on a fake smile and looked at her. "Yup! As ready as I'll ever be," I said, grabbing the bag I had hidden my phone in to decrease the chances of them finding it. On my way to my grandfathers van, I kicked a small piece of plastic.

Soon enough they were already on the highway but it had seemed like it took about two seconds. You know when you're dreading something and it just seems to come faster? Thats how I felt. This feeling in the pit of my stomach grew as they came closer to the house I would be staying at for a while, where I had lived before just under the stairs.

They stopped in the driveway, and the feeling went away about five percent when I didn't see Aaron's truck parked anywhere near. I got out and grabbed two bags, the one with my phone and the dufflebag. Tasha took the rest , and they put them on the dining room table that they never used in the first place.

While Tasha was distracted, I grabbed my phone and its charger, stuffed them into my makeup bag, and ran downstairs to the place I would be sleeping, which happened to be a couch by a TV and table. I checked my phone's battery percent. 45. "Not to bad," I thought to myself, "if it didn't take three hours to charge!" Then I hid it under the couch cushions, "made" my bed with my blanket and pillow, and went back upstairs to be trampled by three tiny people.