Crazy Love

On The Road

Abigail's POV-

I sigh looking out the window as we've been on the road for five hours now. I look over to my little sister Lizzie who is 14, and I and 16. She's a little busy body, but I can handle her. My mom is 27. Yea she had me at a young age and my sister came one year after .

Your probably wondering why we're on the road. Well we're moving across the country to Canada. It's because of my so called father. Though I don't claim him as any part of my family. He was a drunkhead and he didn't care for us anymore. He yelled at my mom and slapped her all the time. It got to where she'd be in the hospital for days.

At that point we all thought it was time to just pack up and leave. So here we are on the road. Wanting to start a new and happy life. Just the three of us. I wouldn't mind my mom finding someone else. Because she deserves better. She deserves much better.

I look back over to Lizzie as she is listening to her music. Then I look to mom who looks tired as ever, though she's fighting to stay away. We are half way to Canada by now since we've started at a hotel yesterday.

"Mom we should stop at another hotel for tonight" I suggested.

"Ok" she yawned.

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We are now stopped at a little hotel. It isn't five star, but it's good enough for one night. Mom payed for our room, and now we're in our little two bed suite for the night.

"Mom I'm hungry" Lizzie whined as if she was a little kid.

"Here" mom groaned , tossing Lizzie a bag of chips and a soda.

"Thanks" she grinned.

"Wash your hands first" mom scolded.

"Ok ok" Lizzie huffed, lazily standing and walking slowly over to the small sink and washing her hands before returning to her little night snack.

"I'm gonna head for a shower" I stated grabbing my night clothes and body wash , walking into the bathroom.

I sighed switching on the water, waiting for it to get warm so I can step in. I stripped of my clothing and and folded it neatly on the sink. I looked in the mirror, scoffing as my reflection. I hate my appearance.

My long shiny black hair I hate. My blue/hazel eyes , i totally hate. My slightly short curvy body, I despise. I just hate my appearance. My naturally pink lips and freckles, I don't favor. I just don't like myself.

I step into the now warm shower and lather up my body. Once I'm done washing every part of me I just stand under the shower head for a few minutes. I finally found the strength to turn off the water as I stepped out. I grabbed the nearby towel and fully dried my body and hair.

I placed on my undergarments and night clothes and walked out into the room. Mom was passed out on the bed and Lizzie was up on her phone. I placed my clothes in my bag and walked over to mom. I took the soda from her hand and set it on the nightstand.

I folded the duvet over her after I took of her shoes. I walked over to the bed where my sisters bed and plopped down beside her.

"Do you miss him?" She asked suddenly looking over to me.

"Not really" I shrugged.

"I kind of do" she sadly smiled.

"How can you?" I looked to her.

"Well..he is our father Abigail" she said looking at me.

"I know..bu-" I spoke before she cut me off.

"There are no buts..he made us.." She sharply stated.

"I know..I guess i should at least miss him a tad bit " I lightly smiled.

"That's more like it" she smiled placing a kiss to forehead.

"Get some sleep kiddo" I laughed flipping over.

"You too big kiddo " she laughed.

I giggled lightly and closed my eyes. Welcoming sleep like its my bestfriend.