Why Do You Care About Me? - A Reese Wilkerson Fanfiction

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I was startled awake when it was still dawning outside, by none other than my mother, who was pissed off first thing, barking at everyone to get up and help her. It got really boring really fast. It was the first day of the summer holidays, so naturally every year up until now I would have been bouncing off the walls with joy. But not this year. 

I felt unbelievably light, but also heavy. I was in a dreamy, floaty state of denial and disbelief, while everything around me was thrashing it's point in that it was really happening. And I still just refused to believe it. That these were our last moments here.

"Get your asses up we are leaving in an hour!" I could hear her heaving boxes in the hallway. 

"AN HOUR?" The outrage came from me and all of my siblings who were spread out all over the house.

I got dressed only to see that we were not even close to being packed up and ready to leave, not surprising, since we only had two days for the whole thing, nevertheless concerning. Mine and Kaiya's room was still pretty much the same as it usually was apart from the fact that our clothes and stuff we used the most were packed. So we hadn't even properly started packing.

What the fuck was mom even thinking??

"Mom, you hired a moving truck, right?" I asked, walking into the hallway, because this was not looking good. I really didn't have any idea of what she was thinking or planning to do because she hadn't really told us anything, we were just meant to follow along with whatever she said. Or even better, read her mind.

"What??" She was dragging a box along the carpet full of God knows what, sweating, and the moving truck was probably one of the less important things for her right now.

"You hired a moving truck, right?" I had to make sure.

"No, we're only taking the stuff we need, then I, and only I, will come back later to finish packing up, once we actually find a house." 

"Oh, so you listened to Lois?" I muttered, mildly taken aback.

"No! I just thought... you know, maybe she's got a point. Now could you maybe help me?" Her voice reverted right back to that whiny and demanding tone.

"But..."

"But what?!" She spat.

"I-I need to go see Reese." We'd not properly said goodbye to each other yet. Neither of us wanted to accept the fact that I was really moving and didn't want to say goodbye until the very end, so that everything felt just that little bit longer.

"WHO IS MORE IMPORTANT, YOUR LITTLE SHIT FRIEND, OR YOUR MOM? NOW HELP ME." It wasn't even a question, just another demand. I gave up and helped her, because I was about to spend the next day or something in the car with her, because if she was mad at me, oh boy would she ruin the whole day for everyone.

When I'd finished helping mom get all the boxes full of only essential things which there was somehow a real lot of, in the mini van, I had a full blown heart attack when I realised there were 10 minutes left till we were meant to be leaving. I jolted up from the sofa where me and mom had momentarily sat down for, to go to Reese's while I still had the time, beg him to let me live with him instead, but mom grabbed my arm, slowly clenching it tighter and tighter.