My Escape. (Unedited)

Chapter One : Memories Of Him.

"BEEP,BEEP,BEEP,BEEP"
"Ughh, five more minutes mom!!" I groaned at the sound of the alarm, and realisation dawned on me, the fact that my mom isn't here with me.
My mom left me at the age of seven and went to marry another guy in some other country, at that time my brother was 4 years old, she never looked back before she left.

I got up from my bed, tied my hair randomly in a messy bun. I faced the door of my room and stood there for a moment.. "It's a regular tuesday morning." I sighed gently then headed to the bathroom.

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I went to the kitchen for breakfast, I don't usually have breakfast, all I do is grab a snack and head back to my room, unless my father shows up and makes me some of his yummy breakfast.

"Morning Crystal!" My dad cheered. Grabbing his 'Best Dad' mug we gave him on his birthday out from the cupboard.

"Morning Dad." I smiled at the sight of my father searching for the sugar while trying to tie his tie with one hand.

"I'll do that for you." I said as I snatched the mug from his hands. I made his coffee just how he liked it.

"Do you need any help in that too?" I pointed at his tie. He gave up, and nodded in reply.

"Thanks honey, see you later. Love you." He said as soon as I finished tying his tie. He grabbed his mug from the counter, business bag from the living room, coat from the coat hanger and dashed out of the house.
As soon as my dad left, my brother entered the kitchen bag-in-hand.

"Morning jay." I said while searching for something to eat.

"Good morning." He groaned.

"Where's breakfast? Andd lunch?"

"Uhm.. I don't know, wait a-"
The phone rang and cut me off.

"I'll have it." I said and went towards the phone.

"Hello?"

"Crystal, I forgot to mention the breakfast's in the oven along with James lunch."

"Okay Dad, thanks for the breakfast!" I chuckled and hung up.

"In the oven?" James asked. "Again?" He giggled lightly.

"Yeah." I said and went towards the oven, took two plates and a paper bag that has James name on it. I placed one of the plates in front of James along with his lunch, I ate everything on my plate then went upstairs.
As soon as I entered my room, I froze. Memories of him flashback in my mind.
I couldn't move, I kept standing in my position thinking about everything. Everything. Him.
I missed him.. And it's hard..
He was something..no- he was everything.

I still can't believe that he didn't give me a chance.. It was my first mistake, and I regret doing that. And now all I do is regret, cause he's already gone.. No more him..

I brushed the thought of him away pushing the tears aside so I wouldn't want to remember anything about what happened but I couldn't.. Tears escaped my cheeks.. I fell apart. Again.

******

"UHH" I breathed while hitting the ball.
After shedding tears, and sobbing this morning, I decided to escape. One of my escapes is volleyball. That's why I'm here right now.
Escaping my past.

After playing for few more hours, I'm heading back home to take a cold shower. My brother is probably home. It's 2 pm already, i can tell.

Riding back home was quiet, it's normal when you have 'dad' driving.
We don't usually have conversations, that's just, it rarely happens. We aren't so close, me and my dad. I mean, we are but only at particular situations. Since my mom left us, my dad took care of us very well, he cooks for us, listens to our problems and helps us in doing our home works and assignments. He's just like a mom and a dad. More like a manly-mom and a dad.

"So..how was the practice?" Dad spoke suddenly.

"It's was fine, I guess the game is on sunday. I hope we do well." I finished with a sweet smile.

"Well, good luck And if you needed anything let us know."he said enthusiastically.

"Uhh, Thanks dad." I said awkwardly.

The rest of the ride we remained in silence, Dad focusing on the road and me, listening to some music.
When we arrived back home, I made sure to collect all my stuff and dash back into the house directly up to my room. I'm so exhausted that I decided to have a nap after the cold shower.

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"Girls,remember; cold showers helps in healing muscle-strain, reduces muscle soreness and refreshes your body." Coach's words hit me as soon as I stepped out of the shower. I'm really stupid to not realize that she really cares for our team. We use to call her 'The Witch' and by 'We', I meant me and my team mates. We use to call her that because she was pushing hard on us to the limit that we throw up continuously. I still doubt it, the fact that she cares for us.

After slipping into my pajamas and drying up my hair, I threw myself on my bed and let myself sink under my cozy blanket. I usually get a-half-hour-nap after practice because I'm so damn tired. And here I am, getting my lovely nap.

******
Waking up from my nap terrified, I started shouting and sobbing out the words," I'm sorry, I'm so sorry for leaving!"
The door flew open and my father dashed in with the look-of-concern, he hugged me tight and started telling me comforting words. I couldn't breath at the time, each time I felt calm the pain in my chest increases which causes me to cry more. I had a dream about him, again. But this time, it was the truth that makes me cry, the truth that he's no longer there in my life, the truth that he's not the one to comfort me in these times especially when he's the reason why I'm in this situation.

I took a deep breath and stopped crying, here's the time where one of my escapes would help, I thought to myself.
My dad was really concerned, I reassured him few times that I'll be fine.

"Dad, I just need to go for a walk and forget about everything for couple of hours." I explained.

"I won't be late, trust me." He nodded in reply, judging by looks I think he's a bit hesitated.

"Do you want me to call Molly? I'm sure she can help."

Molly is my personal therapist and at the same time she's a close friend, after every break down I had, my dad calls her and she comes over. She comforts me somehow.

"Not really dad, I'll call her when I'm back." I grabbed my coat and put on some sneakers, and stepped out of the house.

Our neighborhood was quiet and peaceful. It was around dusk time. The sky looked so beautiful and calm. It wasn't cloudy, but windy. The cold breeze brushed through me, I hugged my jacket tighter and looked at the kids dashing into their house laughing with joy in their voices. The sight of this neighborhood is so beautiful, beautiful in it's own way.

"You're beautiful, beautiful in your own way." He said, while looking into my eyes.

I remembered his words, his beautiful words. I felt an ache in my heart as the words flashed back in my mind. I smiled sadly at the memory.

******
After few hours of walking, my legs finally made their stop. I looked around and realized where I was.
I was at the old park, near the lake and the beautiful old trees around.
Where we used to meet at midnight because we couldn't sleep. This was our place. Our escape from reality. And now I'm here, my legs brought me here.
I sneaked in the park through the path that we made at the back of the huge wall. It was hidden and no one ever figured it out.
I looked around and everything seems to change due to the weather.
The leaves were falling just like regular autumn, slowly and quietly.
Something caught me off guard, I focused on that certain something and realized it was someone.
"Oh no, it can't be him." I mumbled to myself as I approached that certain someone.
I was nervous, so nervous actually.
I was shaking, shaking non-stop.
"It can't be him." I kept on saying.
"It just can't." I said finally.

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End of chapter.