souls intertwined

1.

School was out for summer break. I was headed home after the last day. Finally i get to go home and just relax.

I stop at a small shop at the side off the road to grab a pack of cigarettes,a pack of marlboro gold.

i let's the air of the streets of chicago stroke my cheeks.I take a cigarette out of the now open packet and put it between my lips and light it up.

By the time i had smoked the cigarette i was outside my house.I take a last puff inhaling the nicotine,throwing the cigarette on the ground and stepping on it. I open the front pocket of my bag and grab a piece of gum.

vanilla-mint flavor.

I get a hold of my keys after rummaging through my backpack to find them and unlock the front door.

The smell of alcohol and cigarettes hitting my face as soon as i walk inside. Not again. I said disappointed coming home to my drunk mother was one thing but coming home to my mother and her boyfriend being drunk that was something else.

I wanted to get out of there, i didn't have time for them. i turn to open the door again to walk out

"nora!!"- i heard my mom yell

i turn around and see my mum holding on for dear life on the railing of the stairs with one hand and a bottle of whiskey on the other, looking at me with her drunken eyes.

this is been going on for years .After my mom left my dad and moved to Chicago. I lost touch with him and with my brother. The last time I remember seeing them was when I was six.

after my mom met her boyfriend, Peter things took a turn for the worst. I didn't wanna live with them ,but I didn't have another choice. I didn't have the money nor i was old enough

"yes mum?"

"me and your father decided that we were going away this summer to the bahamas" she said with a chuckle of excitement "so we were thinking about sending you somewhere"- she told me

A summer alone?! That sound incredible!

wait what?

"your sending me away? Where?"- i ask her after hearing the last sentence she spoke.A bit surprised.They always just left me home alone

"well you were always up my ass when you where younger.You wanted to meet your father. Well that's were your going"- she said and took a sip of her whiskey after she finished her sentence

i always wanted to meet him. I recall getting on my mums nerves so i could meet him and my brother again but she always denied it.

"i've talked with your father pack your bags your leaving tomorrow"

"Tomorrow? isn't that a little soon" - i tell her a bit shocked that I was leaving so soon.

"fuck no!The sooner your out the house the better.Go" -she yelled while pointing up the stairs telling me to go to my room

i walk past her, the smell of alcohol getting much stronger now.I walk up and see Peter,my mums boyfriend, sitting on the couch,his feet up on the coffee table , a bag of chips on his left side and a cigarette on his right hand

"asshole"-i mouth at him behind his back

he was one a big one. i remember one time at my twelfth birthday i woke up and nobody was home. No note no presents no nothing.Turns out that he had planned for my mom and him a cruise.The cruise was 10 days long . I overheard him one time talking  to the phone and saying that he did it because he was tired off me. When the got back they found me on the floor. I hadn't eaten anything for days . They hadn't payed the water bill to so i didn't have any water. They took me to the hospital and the doctor told us that if the had come back two days later i would be alive. After the doctor left my dad told my mum "next time i'll book a cruise 12 days long" while laughing

i reach the top of the stairs and walk to my room. I open the door. My room was pretty small but i liked it. I take a black duffel bag out of the top shelf of my closet and zip it open.

Where am i going anyway. I had no clue

My phone buzzed. It was a notification from my mum. She send me the  plane ticket for tomorrow.

"that will give me an idea of what to pack"-i sat unlocking my phone