Desire, Drugs, & Destruction - Rafe Cameron

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"River!"

"River!"

I hear my father try to call me from downstairs.

Moving day.

I groan as I shove a pillow in my face. Can't he just shut up? I say to myself as I sloppily get out of my bed. I always hated how much we moved. Once I'm comfortable with people,  we always just get up and leave to a whole different area. So it's better just to distance myself from others. 

But nothing is ever worth keeping. Especially if you're just going to be the one leaving. Unwillingly. 

"River!" My father calls me again. I roll my eyes at his impatience and swing my door open harshly, the breeze hitting my face, "I'm coming dad!"

Lord. Can I ever get a break?

I bring all of my luggage and boxes. My parents load it up in the car and my mother stops, "Honey are you okay to drive your car? Because if not I can have your father---" "Mom stop- I can drive my car it's fine it happened 8 years ago."

"Alright sweetie but you know you never speak to us about your feelings--" My thoughts cut her off, Bullshit. She always says this but when I do talk about my feelings, it ends in an argument. Like I said, it's better to distance myself. Not just from others, but my family. "-- and what you can remember, I mean you haven't been to the doctor recently and-" I cut her off. 

"Mom!" I pause and look at her. "I am okay. I'll meet you guys at the airport."

I kind of feel bad for yelling at my mom, but she needs to realize I'm tired of her trying to play therapist with me. Last time I checked, she was begging my therapist to tell her what I said about her. Thank God my therapist refused, therapy is confidential- well, most. 

 She looks at me with sorrowful eyes, "Goodbye River, I'll see you at the airport. Don't be late." I watch her get into the passenger seat and leave, my father waving at me from the driver's seat. I wave back and perform a fake smile. Shortly after, I check the time on my phone.

4:32am

I have to be at the airport at 6:30, and it takes about an hour and 30 minutes to get there. So I should be good for now.

I walk around my empty home, saying goodbye to my room and the memories I had in the short period of time I spent here.

I grab my keys to my car, it was a pink convertible I had my dad wrap for me, since I swore I 'NEEDED' a pink car. As much as I love it, I am a bit scared of driving. I mean you wouldn't think so considering the countless times i've sped and gotten pulled over. But my parents are rich enough to bribe them.

I unlock my car and get into it, connecting my bluetooth to my car, I play 'No Scrubs' By TLC.

I put the map up on my phone and start driving to my destination.

***

6:02am.

I finally arive to the airport. I get out and give it to the people my mom paid to drive our cars all the way to Obx. At our new home.

I've never really liked big houses. I like cozy houses with a comfortable amount of space. My parents are always so extra of course and choose the biggest mansions they can find. Like why do we need a 6 bedroom if it's just us?

I walk into the airport, my eyes scanning for my parents. I look over to the sitting lounge and a familiar brunette. Long wavy brown hair, I can tell who she is just from her hair.