Runaway: Book 1: Chasing Butterflies (#Wattys2015)

1: Ella

A short sigh makes my expression more and more believable.  The divorce papers have been signed and everything, I whimper as my parents hug for the last time.  They hug me as well, even though Dad won't be headed to Idaho until next month, it still feels as if he isn't there for me anymore.                         "We'll be there every step of the way" Is what they said when my younger brother Victor died of a brain tumour a year ago.  But now, only one of them will be there with me, Mom or Dad, I have to choose.

The rainfall in the car ride home sets every emotion I have into sadness and depression.                              I scrunch up into a ball, my seatbelt keeps me from doing this.  I yank on it furiously, but I do it quietly so that  my parents don't look back.  We get home around 1:00 pm,  just in time for the daily crying session that I have been doing ever since my parents announced their divorced and Victor died.  My cat, Smoky meows as I enter my room.  He curls his body around my leg, I kick him off.                                 "I'm not in the mood!" I snap at him.  I pick up my phone, my boyfriend, Derek has sent me some texts.

Me: What do u want?

Derek: Wanna go out tonight?

Me: No, I don't want to.

Derek: You need to get over the divorce.

Me: WELL IT JUST HAPPENED!

I throw my phone at the wall, I start crying.  What have I done, is Derek mad at me?

I quickly text him back, 

Me: Sorry, I can go out.

Derek: Cool, ok.  Meet at 3:00 at school?

Me: Sure.

I gather my phone, my sweater, a pair of turquoise Chuck Taylors and a pair of headphones just in case Derek is late.  I say goodbye to Mom and Dad, then I get in my car and leave.

I roll up to school, Derek stands by his car, "Get in my car, it's faster" He grins.                                                   "Yeah, right" I laugh.  Maybe a boyfriend can cheer you up sometimes, instead of constantly protecting their girlfriends from other guys looking at their boobs and their ass.  Derek is nice I guess, he's handsome, tall and burly, has tanned skin and brown hair.  His hazel eyes warm me up all the time, we are perfect for each other.  I enter Derek's car, a yellow Ferrari.  He plays some pop music by this guy named Gilbert Sollow.  I think Derek's in love with his music, he listens to his single "A Love Graveyard".  Which is probably about his constant breakups with countless girls.

"So, where are we going?" I ask.                                                                                                                                                   "My house, my own house" Derek was kicked out by his parents when he was 12, they didn't want him, he saved up money by working at a crappy warehouse and bought himself a house!                              " OK?" Why couldn't we have gone out to a McDonald's  or something.   We enter his house,  he looks at me, I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him.  We travel around the living room, making out.  We somehow make it to his bedroom, we fall down onto the bed. He takes off his shirt, his six pack glistens with sweat, but it doesn't matter.  I take off my shirt and bra, we both eventually take off our pants.  We lie down making out, Derek is on top of me.

I just realized,  I'm having sex with my boyfriend.