Unwanted

Chapter 9

Safe. I haven't felt safe in a long time. I think the last time I did, was when my dad was still around, and my mom was a caring loving mom. But safe, isn't a thing I come by lately.

Chapter 9

When I made my way back to my house, I couldn't stop thinking about Jared. What didn't I know? He obviously knew something that I didn't, and I wanted to find out what.

When I was about to step onto the 'backyard' I heard a shout, then followed by the sound of bottles shattering.

Oh no. This can't be good. That sound came from my house.

I continued walking slowly to my screen door. When I touched the handle I heard another bottle shatter, I winched, but pulled the door open anyway.

My room looked the same as usual, nothing out of place.

"Nichole Ryan! Where the fuck are you? You ungrateful little bitch!" I heard my mom shout from upstairs.

What did I do? I ran over everything I was suppose to do in my mind, chores, dusting, dishes, floors, everything was done. Unless she made a mess and forgot she made it! No. No. She'll blame it on me!

I look longly at the door. If only I could run away. That thought quickly leaves because it's not possible. I had nowhere to go.

"I'm coming!" I yelled from downstairs.

Quickly running upstairs, I'm shocked at what I see.

Broken liquor bottle everywhere. On the table, sofas, and floors. I didn't even know she had so many alcohol bottles!

Standing in the middle of the living room was my mom. She looked drunk. Her once flawless blonde hair was flying up in different directions, and her cheeks had swollen in, and her eyes looked murderous.

I shrinked back from her gaze. If looks could kill, I'd be ten feet under right now.

"You little ungrateful snob! Where were you huh? Whoring around the neighborhood I see. I wouldn't be surprised if you were already pregnant. I saw that boy following you into the woods. What were you even doing in the woods when your not suppose to leave the house?! Your disrespecting me! What are people going to think when they find out that my daughter is sleeping around with a bunch of different guys?!" She roared.

Whoring around the neighborhood? Who did she think I was? I wasn't a slut! But I couldn't deny that what she said hurt. Her opinion of me still mattered. She was my mother after all.

"I wouldn't disrespect you mom." I said quietly, while ducking my head to look at my shoes. I would never intentionally disrespect her.

"You already have! Ugh! Why did I get stuck with you as a daughter?!" She started slurring her words. I guess the alcohol was starting to kick into her system.

"I don't know mom." I whispered. I honestly didn't know. Tears threatened to fall. But I didn't let them, otherwise, she'd call me weak.

After I said I didn't know, she passed out onto the sofa.

I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw her sleeping form. She looked so peaceful. Nothing like she does when she's awake. She always looks angry when shes awake, and all that anger is appointed to me.

Since she's asleep, I thought it would be a good time to clean up the mess she made.

After about 2 hours of cleaning. The house was spotless again, and my mom was still sleeping.

I turned around from looking at her, and started walking downstairs to my room. Once I opened and closed my door behind me I sat on my bed.

I needed another run.

But if I got caught going out again, I'd be in even more trouble.

Since everything was clean, I had nothing to do. It was already dark outside, I wondered what time it was.

I looked over at the clock and saw it was already 12:36pm. I sighed I wasn't even tired. And I didn't want another nightmare right now.

I quickly stood up from my bed and put on some blue cotton pajama shorts and a white tank top. Over top of my pajamas I grabbed my shortish silk rob and tied it around me.

There was a full moon tonight, and the stars are always most beautiful then.

I walked outside my screen door and quietly shut it behind me.

I turned around and the cold night air greeted me. I shivered against the wind that was picking up. But I didn't pay to much attention to it.

I walked to the little 'backyard' and sat cross legged on the grass. I looked up at the stars and sighed contently. They were so beautiful. Twinkling around the moon made them look so magical.

I lied down in the grass so I could get a better view at the sky. I was so memorized by the sky that I didn't notice how tired I was getting.

I yawned. But I didn't was to leave yet, just five more minutes, I told myself.

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When I woke up again, I felt arms go under my knees, and behind my back. I opened my eyes halfway to see it was dark outside. Did I fall asleep?

I was still so tired. The arms picked me up and I immediately felt the warmness of a chest. I snuggled into whoever was holding me.

I don't know why I wasn't freaking out. Usually whenever someone touched me I freaked out. Why wasn't I now? I didn't know, or care. I was so content in their arms, I felt safe. Protected. I haven't felt like this in years.

I was still half asleep, so when whoever was holding me, started moving. I wrapped my arms around their neck for support. My head went to their shoulder, and I smelled the ocean.

The ocean? Where have I smelled that before? I couldn't remember in my dreaming state, and I didn't care to. All I knew was that whoever was holding me, was definitely a guy.

I heard a door open and then close, and in the next second I felt my body being put gently onto a soft mattress, my mattress.

The person who was carrying me tried to unwrap my arms from their neck, but I groaned in protest and tightened my arms around their neck.

I heard a deep husky chuckle then I felt my bed dip beside me, and the same person holding me, put their right arm around my waist and pulled me closer to their chest. I snuggled closer to him and put my head on his chest, then wrapped my left arm around his waist. I felt so comfortable and safe that I fell asleep within seconds.

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