𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 - Ginny and Georgia

45

Late at night, a red car sat in a parking lot, surrounded by darkness, the only source of light coming from the blinking streetlights surrounding it.

A girl jolted awake in the backseat, her eyebrows furrowing and her eyes scanning her surroundings in utter confusion. Then, the realization sank in.

She groaned to herself as she glanced at the clock on her phone, knowing that she wouldn't be able to fall back asleep. The hard feeling of the synthetic leather seats was something she could never get used to.

She pulled down the seat beside her, reaching into the trunk and snatching a hoodie from a small pile of clothes, shivering slightly as she pulled it over her t-shirt.

She laid back down again, resting her arms under her head, her eyes glued onto the car roof, staring up at the glow-in-the-dark stars trailing it. Something that always gave her comfort in hard times when all the thoughts were storming through her head was looking up at her bedroom ceiling at those stars. Now, it was a reminder of home, the comforting parts of it.

Rushing in, ruining her moment of calm was a realization.

Home.

Two weeks, that was how long Amelia had managed to be on the run. Or can one actually call it that if nobody bothers to try catching you?

Nevertheless, those two weeks were spent switching between sleeping in the car and sleeping in motels. Thank god for her card and the money left on it from her dad's inheritance.
She would have never managed to stay away for so long if it weren't for the showers, new clothes, the ability to charge her phone, and a bed every couple of nights.

The problem now? The money had run out.
That meant no more money for gas either.

It made the most reasonable thing to do return to Wellsbury, to return home.

Every bone in her body told her no, that she shouldn't. She couldn't possibly live under the same roof as her mother. Not after what she discovered, not after finding out she was responsible for her father's death.

She kept staring up at the stars, a blank look on her face as she replayed her mother's confession in her mind. Then, an image of a box under her bed flashed through her mind, her eyes widening.

She sat up in her seat, her lips tugging upwards for the first time in what felt like forever.

She jumped into the driver's seat, turned on the engine, and took off from the depressing and abandoned parking lot.

"Guess I'm going home after all.."