Mine ~ Chris Sturniolo

Part 4

It's still the same day that I told Nick, the same day that Mary-Lou told me to move in with them. So I did. I couldn't take my father's abuse anymore. He would be ashamed of me for just running away from a problem. He knew I was terrified of him. He used it to his advantage.

I walked back to my house. It's currently 11am, which meant that I have 8 hours to pack up everything in my room, seeing as my father was at one of his one-night-stand's houses. My eyes wondered across my room as I took my last look at it. My cry room. My laugh room. My sad room. My happy room. My friends room. My family room. My love room. My hate room. I'm really going to miss this place and all the memories it holds. But I need to let got of it.

The triplets came over to help me pack everything. I grabbed some cardboard boxes and 2 suitcases for my clothes from the garage. Knock Knock. I went over to my front door and opened it, the triplets coming inside. I was still a little bit emotional from earlier so my face was red and puffy. Matt hugged me. He also knew about what was going on because I told Mary-Lou that she could tell him today. "I'm so sorry, Ana" is all he said. "It's okay" that's the first time I spoke in 2 hours. I hugged Chris and Nick. We made our way to my room and I started packing my clothes into the suitcases. I dumped all the clothes from my cupboard onto the floor and sat down, beginning to fold and pack them into a suitcase. I grabbed my speaker from the bottom cupboard and played music to try help me calm down and lighten the mood. Nick packed up my things in my bathroom. Chris packed up my vanity and everything on it. Matt packed up all my bed sheets and everything on the floor and windowsills.

3 hours passed and the boys were done with their tasks, well besides Nick. I was still on the floor packing my clothes when Chris sat down next to me. He grabbed one of his hoodies off the floor and started folding it. I've had that hoodie since last summer. It's my favorite one of his. I weakly smiled at him as he folded it. I finally felt joy. Even though it was just a little bit, it was still nice to feel happy.

Watched as he folded and packed my clothes with me. He was actually pretty good at it, even though his room is super messy. I picked up a shirt that my dad got me from Italy not so long ago. It was the first time he used the good, deep deep deep down in his black heart to get me something. 

"Does anyone want this shirt?" I no longer want to keep that piece of junk, it was just a memory that my dad doesn't love me. I did feel a little bit guilty because he still used his money on me and would look ungrateful by giving it away. But I didn't need a reminder of my father's no existent love for me. "I'LL HAVE IT!" Nick couldn't even see the shirt but he still wanted it. Our style was really similar so we wore similar things and it was an over sized shirt to it would fit anyone of the boys.

I giggled slightly at Nick's childish behavior. He truly knew how to make me feel better whenever I was upset. We finished packing my whole room up. I just needed to pack my shoes and accessories but I just threw all of those in a big cardboard box. One by one we carried all the things to the triplet's house. Then came the last box. It had all my spray-paint cans in it. My room had plain white walls so why not spice it up for the next person to live in?

My feelings took advantage of me. I grabbed a can of bright red spray-paint and started creating a mater piece on one of the walls. I stepped back a few steps to get the full image of my creation. I smiled at it. GO FUCK YOURSELF DAD. It was my proudest creation ever. I usually go around Boston and spray-paint in alleyways when I was bored or frustrated, it calms me down. I doodled a bit more on the wall next to it before the triplets came in. I had been gone for awhile so they were getting just a little worried.

The door slightly opened, "Ana?" I heard Nick calling out, before the whole door was open, revealing all 3 of them. Their jaws dropped as they looked at my room. "Oh. My. God." Matt was absolutely stunned. I just shrugged with a grin on my face. "Wanna have some fun?" I said, pointing to the spray can box. They ran inside and grabbed their own cans and started painting everywhere. I got back to my painting. It was of a crying woman and on the other side a happy woman who look through the mirror at each other. Hopefully I'll be as happy as her one day.