Azalea

Whatever the fuck you call this.

Azalea Pov

i'm sitting in the car, shaking slightly, resting my head against Rhys's shoulder.

"Chase, slow down mother fucker. she's shaking" Rhys says

"right, shit sorry" Chase says, stepping off the gas

i tug at my jacket and Rhys helps me pull it over my head. i bunch the hoodie in my lap and pull my sling over my head, stretching my shoulder. well as much as i can without being able to move it.

i lean back against the seat, hiding the scars across my shoulders. the tank top i'm wearing doesn't cover much.

i slide down onto Vince's shoulder and feel him stiffen under the contact before he relaxes and rests his head on mine.

i close my eyes and before i know we pull into the estate and get out of the car.

i put my hoodie over my shoulders to hide the scars, somehow i always end up in the middle of the boys.

"why are you home so early boys?" i hear dad say as he descends the stairs

"uhhh, Azalea was struggling with the new classes so we came home early" Chase says patting my shoulder.

i step away from his touch and i hear him whisper a quiet 'right'

"oh, anything i need to help with?" he asks  looking at me. i shake my head and walk upstairs.

i close my door and pull my burner phone out from the mattress and see that i need to find a way back to America to meet with Neiha. i need to meet with her tomorrow, so i need to start planning.

i pull out a sheet of paper and write my request, then i start looking for dad. sike, i know where he is, he's in his office top floor. aka off limits to me. i also know that Ares stayed home today, and that he is watching the security cameras. 

i wander around and look lost.

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"Hey Az, need anything?" i hear his voice from behind. perfect timing.

i spin around and  mouth the words "do you know where dad is?" slowly.

he takes a second to understand but says "oh yeah, here i'll take you to his office"

i nod my head and follow him up the stairs.

he stands there with me until i knock and the deep "come in" from my dad.

i push the door open and close it softly behind me. "ah Azalea, what can i help you with?" he asks as i sit down.

i hand him the note and watch as his eyes read over my writing. 

'hi Dad, i would like permission to fly to America for a day to visit my foster families graves. i wasn't able to attend their funeral, i would love to have the chance to honor them, alone.'

his jaw clenches as he reads my note.

"i understand that you wish to go visit them, but i just got you back. i can't send you unsupervised to another country" he says, putting the note down.

i take a pen and start writing. 'please, it's so hard. they where always there for me' 

i release a couple pathetic tears and look into his eyes.

he sighs and looks down "i suppose if you take the private jet and return by midnight, it should be fine" 

i look back into his eyes and smile.

"i'll drive you to the airport at 6 tomorrow." he says.

i nod and walk out, greeted by Ares at the door. i hug his side and feel him tense against my touch before he relaxes and wraps his arms around me.

oookay too much touching now. i pull back and smile at him. god my cheeks hurt. 

i smile and pull him downstairs into the kitchen. "whats got you so happy Az?" he says smiling. he's actually smiling. i guess its true when they say happiness is infectious.

'he's letting me visit America' i sign with a smile.

"i don't know what you said but you look real happy" he says over his smile.

i gasp and look at his face, eyes wide. i turn and start running upstairs, i hear his footsteps behind me as i run into my room.

i throw myself into my room and grab my backpack and start going through my cupboards.

"uhh, hey Azzy, your kinda scaring me. what's happening?" he says grabbing for my hand.

i turn to my desk and write out on paper. 'dad is letting me go to America to visit my Foster parents'

i give him the paper and turn back to my bag, shoving some plain black clothes in there.

i turn around and see that he's gone. that mother fucker left my door open.

oh well. 

the rest of the day passes quickly and i go to bed early. needing to be up early.

i wake up around 5 and get ready. when i look at the clock it's 5:56 so i grab my bag and shove both my phones in and run downstairs, skidding downstairs stopping at the door right as dad steps around the corner. "right on time as always" he says and i mock a bow.

"alright, lets go" he says leading me outside.

we get to the airport and he says "there is still time, i can come with you" he says.

i shake my head and smile at him.

"alright sweaty, i'll see you tonight when you get home. the jet will be waiting at the airport for you to get back ok"

i smile and him and run up the stairs of the plane. sitting down, i wave at him through the window as the hostess closes the door.

i land in America and immediately make my way to the graveyard. i don't want to visit them but i have something to do.

i find their graves and pull the knife out of my boot, i carve the words 'abusive shits' into their head stone and take a step back taking out my gun and shooting two bullets through the corner of the stone. shattering the edge completely.

"see you in hell motherfuckers." i say as i turn and walk out of the gate. time to go meet Neiha.

i reach the park we agreed on and i see families having picnics and just generally enjoying themselves. why couldn't i have that? did i not deserve it?

i check my watch and see that it's almost time. i take a deep breath and close my eyes. 

here goes. 

where is she?