BEFORE THE POISON

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HERE WE WERE packing all of my things into the car, tears running freely down my face. I think the hardest part of this all is that I would have to adapt to a new environment all over again.

If you didn't know I'm not really known for making friends or being a social butterfly, I never really was able to make friends. I've never had a boyfriend. I've never even had a first kiss..unless you count Ryan from second grade.

The point is, I was the biggest social pariah with 0 friends, a fucked up family life, and did I mention we were poor? It's great, just absolutely amazing.

After packing the car up and watching as my mom stood there talking to me and hugging me like she didn't just beat the living crap out of me 8 hours ago. Which we will get into later down the road. She is the reason that I'm moving with my dad, you see my mom is a bit of an alcoholic. So when she drinks, she gets angry and lashes out on everyone.

My mom has always been like this but after the divorce with my dad, she has just gotten worse.
After grabbing  the landline, I ran into my room locking the door crying historically calling my dad as my mom banged on the door begging me to come out.

I waited until she eventually was passed out on the couch like she always was. I came out and covered her up turning off the T.V, which was playing Sex and the City. I was used to my mom doing this but I just couldn't deal with it anymore, my mom needed help and I needed an escape.

"Alright, You're all set kiddo" My dad spoke shutting the trunk after putting the last bag into it.

I nodded, turning to my mom saying our final goodbyes. Which was way harder than I expected it to be. How can it be hard to say goodbye to someone who treated you so terribly your whole life for simply looking like your dad?

"I'm going to get better baby, I promise. I'm gonna go to rehab and after that you can come back and live with me again. Everything will be okay." My mom spoke tears running down her face as she spoke with a shaky breath.

I stood there just staring at her, sniffles coming from my nose and tears appearing in my eyes. The words that she was saying I've heard thousands of times. She's never gone through with going to rehab until my dad gave her an ultimatum either I live with him through the School year and she goes to rehab or he reports my bruises to the police and let the authorities deal with it.

I gave her one last look before getting into the backseat of my dads car. They were talking I wasn't the best lip reader, So I couldn't mouth what they were saying. My dad looked angry this is the angriest I've ever seen him and My mom began crying historically like she had just found out someone died.

After their little conversation was over my mom went back into the house and my dad got into the car. Slamming the door and putting the key into the ignition.

My dad looked back at me dried up tears on my face, my hair in a messy bun, and cracks on my dry lips. He let out a sigh. "You don't want to sit in the front, kiddo?"

I shook my head resting it on the window.

He gave me a small nod and slight grin as he turned his head and began pulling out of the drive way.

Toronto was about 5 hours way from Montreal which meant we had a bit of a long drive. My dad played Ready or not by Lauryn Hill singing his lungs out to it, which caused me to giggle a bit.

He looked at me through the rearview mirror, giving me big wide smile. "Hey, what's so funny?"

"Your failed attempt at hitting that high note" I said smiling and moving the fly aways from my hair out of my face.

Times like this I missed with my dad, I didn't really see him much after the divorce. Since he moved to Toronto, I don't totally blame him for it but I wish he didn't move 5 hours away.

We didn't really have a relationship like we used to anymore and I really wanted to hate him for it. I wanted to hate him for giving up on me and leaving me with my mom. For leaving me knowing that my mom abused me. Last but not least for pretending like we didn't exist anymore.

But I couldn't hate him because he is here now, and in a way he saved me from my mom and most importantly from myself.

Moving with him would change everything for the better..or so I thought. This was just the beginning of a new life for me and I had no idea what I've just gotten myself into.











A/N: This is my first book. I've written on wattpad and I love really  Degrassi  so, I decided to write about it. I really hope all of you enjoy this book. Don't forget to vote and comment. Much love to all of you and have an amazing day :)

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