Loving Every Curve(Completed✔️)

Ch 8

He retreated and returned to his desk, leaving me glued to the office door unable to move.

"Can you start tomorrow?" he inquired with a serious expression. I squinted slightly, trying to grasp the fact that he was offering me a job after I had an outburst seconds ago.

Despite the circumstances, I needed the job, so I replied, "Yes."

"You're hired. Please be here at 8 am sharp," he instructed, gesturing for me to leave. "You may go now," he added, ushering me out. I detached myself from the door and moved to open it, but his words halted me in my tracks. "By the way, I don't second-guess my decisions," he remarked. I didn't respond; I simply walked out of the office. At least I know he doesn't regret helping me. I exited the building and got into my car. I sat there, trying to process everything that just happened.

I know I got the job, but I am nervous about how things will go. I turned my car on, so I could leave and go to the store to get boxes. I need to start packing immediately.

I go ahead and go to the store, so I can get the boxes. I quickly got what I needed and left to go home and pack as fast as possible. I didn't want my mom to be home when I was packing because I knew she was going to start some type of drama that I didn't want to deal with right now.

My mind started to visualize what it was going to be like having my place and a new job. It brings me joy but also sadness. I'm moving out of my childhood home that my dad raised me in, and it's hard closing that chapter. I know that making this choice to move out on my own is the best choice that I could have ever made. But it still hurts. I arrived home and got out of the car, grabbing my boxes.

I grab only five because I only want to pack a few things at a time. As I walk into the house I see a note on the kitchen table. I walk over to it, and it says I won't be home until tomorrow dinner for you. The feeling I got in my chest, the relief that I felt from knowing that she would not be home until tomorrow, which meant I had all day to get my things out.

I filled up the five boxes, and I'm happy to see that most of my stuff fits in boxes.

I finished packing my things, took one last look around my room, and remembered all the memories made here, from my dad tucking me into singing me lullabies.

It made me feel sad. But then I also thought my dad would be proud of me that I was finally moving out on my own and doing things for myself. So with that, I closed the door, walked out of the front door, locked it, and got in my car. I needed to go get a U-haul so that I could put my stuff in and move it. While driving, I turned on the music to cheer myself up and feel better about everything going on in my life.

I get a small U-haul truck because I don't have many things. I paid the money and I went on about my day, I left my car at the place because I can't drive two cars at once. I hate driving big trucks because I get scared that I'm not going to drive them right.

Once I get to the house, I reverse, and back up so that I can be able to load my stuff quickly, and easily. I got the dolly because I'm not strong enough to carry the boxes on my own.

I took it inside the house and slowly hauled all my things out of the house, one by one. Once that last box went out, and I put the dolly back in the U haul I closed the hatch and then locked it

I walked into the house. One more quick walk-through to make sure I didn't leave anything that I didn't see. Once I was satisfied that I had everything. I went to the kitchen counter, pulled out a piece of paper, and wrote on it the following: "I'm gone. No need to message me. No need to call me because I won't answer. You've treated me my entire life. When Dad died, I got no sympathy from you. You didn't care about my feelings. So I am moving on. I moved out, and I'm going to begin my life and be surrounded by people who love and care about me. Have a good life. Yours truly Aaliyah"

After writing that I felt relief. I felt happiness that I was sticking up for myself, that I finally was able to put my foot down.

I left the paper right next to the paper she left me and I walked out, I took the house key off of my lanyard and put it on top of the paper. I locked the door from the inside the bottom lock, and then I closed the door. I wiggled the doorknob to make sure it was locked. Just because I don't get along with my mom doesn't mean I want people to take her stuff. The door is locked, so there is no way I can get in again. This was the end of the road for me. I get into the u haul and start driving to my new apartment.

It's about 30 minutes away from this house.

As I'm driving, I'm celebrating. But then I realized I still needed to quit my old job. I start to chew on my bottom lip thinking of a way to tell my boss and best friend that I won't work there anymore. I decided to call her.

"Hey Shyla"