I took a deep breath and shut my eyes. His words slurred as I became unconscious..
**2 years before**
I packed my duffle bag and ran to the kitchen not knowing where my phone was. "Elena we're going to be late!" "I'm coming mom!" I looked through the drawers and found my phone, I grabbed my charger and bag, and ran like hell to the car. My mom and I had a plane to catch. This all started when I was 4 years old. My parents divorced and my dad moved to Barcelona, leaving my mom and I in a house by ourself in North Carolina. My mom couldn't afford to pay the bills and we ended up living with my aunt Linda in Washington DC. As the years went on, my mother had different expectations of me, which I had known was coming all along. I was now 18 and working my ass of to pay some of the bills my mom couldn't pay. We eventually moved out of aunt Linda's and got a place in New York state. Now here we are trying to catch a flight to Barcelona because my dad misses me and I don't like being alone so I dragged my mother with me. I'm starting to think this was is a mistake...
