As much hate Is to love

Chapter 4 - The deal

Celiné

I'm sinking, engulfing choking In my own thoughts. I'm dropped In an ocean. Trying, struggling to make it back to coast. And that coast is answers...

I've packed my suitcase. And it isn't a lot I've packed. Since I have no clue where we're going.

My bag Is stuffed with clothes, and important items. When I finished packing I lay in my bed. I rest my head against the pillow.

The fabric against my cheek and the soft surface. I try to go to sleep. But I've forgot something.. I can't figure out what It Is..

I suddenly sit back up with a jolt. I get on my knees and look under my bed. Grab the box and open It. I snatch my inhaler and put It In the little hole in the suitcase.

I feel relieved. I plop down In my bed. I spread my legs and arms, and close my eyes shut. My eyes are getting heavy and harder to open. It's like there are two dumbbells on my eyelids.

My lashes are two broken wings. Not able to fly. Not able to spread them and feel free. I'm exhausted. Drained; tiredness Is consuming me into a new world...

~𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓼𝓴𝓲𝓹~

I wake up. Dark grey-ish clouds are consuming the sky. It's raining.. again. The rain is pouring outside. A depressing orange color is on the leaves. Another dull, lifeless bitter autumn day.

I sit up straight. Glancing at the suitcase beside my desk. I sigh. A very wistful sigh. I rub my eyes, trying to wake up from crawling back to bed again.

I make my way downstairs, checking if dad is awake or drinking his life away with his mates.

I then notice him stomping out of the kitchen. His motion Is clear that he's making his way to my room.

His pace quickened, until he saw me peeking from upstairs..

"Go get dressed, now.."

He mutters..

I take a deep breath and try my best to keep calm. I swallow down the pain and the sharp feeling down my throat.

I then make my way to my closet. I grab some baggy jeans a shirt; I smell It.. mom.. gosh I miss her. I put on my shirt.

I put on some socks and make my hair into an effortless bun.

I pull down some brown locks so it's over my face, fixing my hair a little.

I look at the mirror. I stare at my frame. Admiring my shirt.. that shirt... god..

Memories and flashbacks are rushing in my mind like a roller coaster. I smile softly at the thought of my mother.

I'm thinking of her. Her love, her face, her features. And that smile as said, gosh. Those dimples...

I'm suddenly interrupted by my dad's yelling downstairs..

"I don't have all day for you, you bitch!"

I snap back to reality, I grab my suitcase and carry It down the stairs.

"Coming!"

I yell as i try to hurry. I make it down stairs and grip my bag tight. Suddenly my dad grabs my wrist tight enough to hurt and drags me outside to the car.

"Ow! Dad let go!"

I hiss in pain.. as he just drags me and pushes me into the backseat and tosses my suitcase with me.

"Suck it up.."

He says coldly as he gives a death stare.

He jumps into the drivers seat and starts the engine.