A Long Road Ahead

Chapter 9

I try to relax as I wait for my phone to go off. All I have gotten so far is an 'I am about to tell them' text thirty minutes ago with no updates since.

    So for the past half hour, I have been pacing around my room, anxiously waiting for an update from Massi.

    Although I do hope he put his phone on silent because I have sent him thirteen messages since he sent that one.

    I just want to know what happens.

    I know that they will have a better reaction than my parents, but I am still terrified.

    I have no idea what is going to happen.

    What if they don't accept me?

    I don't want to rip him away from his family.

    I have already begun to pack my room.

    All of my winter clothes are stuffed in bags and suitcases.

    I have been going through my things, trying to decide what I am going to take. I have been figuring out what I can leave behind and what I am going to take with me.

    I already have my outfit picked out for when I tell my parents. I know that may seem a bit overkill, but I want to be sure I am wearing clothes I don't care about, because chances are, things will not go well, and my clothes are not going to survive, they are either going to be torn, or just covered in blood.

    My bathroom is almost done as well, all I have left to pack are the things I need for the next week or so, as well as expired products I can leave for my parents to deal with.

    The day I tell them, it is going to be a weekday. I will pack my car while they are at work, take it to someone's house, probably Bryan's, as they won't find it there, then he can take me back to my house, and I can tell them.

    This way I don't have to worry about all my things when it comes time, I can just leave and know my belongings are safe.

    I pack up all the clothes I want to take with me, leaving things I don't wear anymore, that way if anything gets left behind due to our laundry schedule, it will be things I don't care about.

    I don't take everything though. I need to make sure that if my parents come in during the next few days, nothing looks off.

    All of my dresser drawers are empty now, I hang up all the clothes I don't want, so my closet is full and looks normal. I have a few full suitcases, and so many bags as well.

    I try and look through all the little things in my room, realizing how many things I am leaving behind.

So many things from cheer flood my room, and all of it is getting left behind.

    All my picture frames and books, and just little decorations are staying behind.

    I'm kind of sad to leave my room and my home and everything, but I know all it will bring me is happiness in the end.

    When my phone dings I pick it up quicker than I ever have before.

    'It went perfectly' he sent.

    I immediately sigh in relief.

    'That's amazing' I reply.

    'They still have questions, but they really want to meet you and they are not upset at all'. He tells me.

My parents are downstairs, and the air conditioning is on, so I know they cannot hear anything upstairs, so I quickly call Massi.

    "Hey." He answers quickly.

    "Hi. It really went okay?" I ask him.

    "Yes, Chlo, it did." He assures me.

    "And they are not mad at me?" I wonder.

    "No Chloe, they aren't." He tells me again.

    I am glad that they took it okay.

    I don't know what I would do if I was the reason he lost his parents.

    "And they know what I look like?" I ask, making sure he didn't omit the most important detail.

    "Yes Chloe, they don't care what you look like, and they know that you are white, they just care that you are a good person." He says to me.

    "That's good." I say.

    We talk for a little bit before hanging up.

    I am so glad it went well for him.

    The same won't go for me, but it will be a good thing in the end.

    My parents are in no way the worst people ever.

    But they are not exactly what one would call good people ever.

    They think they are better than everyone else, because of the fact they are white, or that they have money.

    They don't care about anyone except themselves.

    They always try and do things the easy way.

    If I make a mistake, they will never talk to me about it, my dad will just give me a quick slap on the face.

    It's quicker and easier.

    They often treat me like I am an ignorant child, they never respect me.

    They can never be wrong.

    They care about themselves more than me.

    They just don't care about me.

    I know they never wanted children.

    I can tell by how they treat me.

    But soon, soon I can finally be free.

    Sure, they can treat me well, they give me what I ask for, they bought me an expensive new car, and they can make nice comments to me at times.

    But in the end, they don't care about me.

    I don't want money, or presents, or the newest car.

    I want them to come to my cheer competitions, to cheer me on, to support me, to show interest in my life, to spend time with me, to want me to be happy.

Instead all they ever do is tear me down and everyone else.

    After graduation my parents came up to me, they told me how long and boring it was. They apologized for not sending me to a private school, as they didn't realize so many of 'those people' went to my school, and they told me how sorry they were they I had to sit next to 'one of them' the entire time.

    That made me cry, I waited for two minutes until they left, but I cried.

    Soon, soon I can escape it all.

Guys, summer is too short, I don't wanna go back to school.