Pandora's Box ~ON HOLD~

Chapter 19- SuperGlued Family Relations

Author’s Note:

I feel like my Pandora’s Box is going a bit off track. I think it’s taking too long for all the romance and the cheesy stuff to happen so I decided I’m going to rush things a little bit. I know that this will probably make the story go crap and weird but Alison’s starting to sound like an annoying bitch and I don’t want her to sound like that since she’s the fantasy version of ME! And at the risk of sounding conceited, I don’t think I’m a bitch! So I’m going to do things a little bit differently now! You might notice a change of pace but that’s good because that’s a sign that the lovey-dovey stuff is about to happen!

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Here we go.

The time has finally come.

My parents have just rung me up and informed me that they are finally coming home and they are now driving back from the airport.

Weirdly enough, I feel excited. Ecstatic. Overjoyed, that they are finally coming home. At long last, I finally have the capability of telling them about New York. To tell them about my dreams and ambitions. What I want to do for a living and what I would like to get out of my life. What I want to be!

Telling them that I disagreed with their plans for my future was hard but this is harder. A lot harder.

Because now I have to tell them that I am finally ready to become an adult, a woman.

I want to move. To explore. To fly!

I want to go to New York and experience things I’ve never experienced before. Visit the Statue of Liberty, watch a musical on Broadway, take a selfie in Times Square… the possibilities are endless!

And all I have to do is tell my parents that I want to move. Just sit down and tell them that their little girl has finally grown up into a woman and that she wants to move across the Atlantic Ocean. Sounds so easy but trust me, it’s not.

My dad would shit a cow once he finds out. Actually, no, he wouldn’t. He’d shit a whole goddamn farm. Tractors and barns included. He may have been easy to persuade over the modelling career but now, he’s going to be a lot more resilient. This maybe the time that I would encounter my father’s true wrath. And honestly, I’m shitting it.

I paced around my room in a circular pattern, dragging the bottom of my cotton slippers against the hardwood floor. The eerie sound of the wind chimes hung on my bedroom window terrorised the peaceful silence in my bedroom. What was a comfortable silence was now a dark and gloomy stillness. I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. Almost like a forewarning of the incoming trouble I am yet to encounter.  I shiver at the thought of my father’s anger.

I softly sat on the edge of my bed, fiddling with the sable material of my pyjama top. I stretched it with my hands, pulling it until the fabric becomes taut and then bringing my hands together so it would sluggishly go back to its normal state. I was worried to say the least. I’ve rehearsed this scene numerous times and none have ended on a good note. All have ended and concluded with my father banning me from leaving the house until I get to the ripe, old age of 80. And trust me, I highly doubt Niall would wait that long for me.

Thinking of Niall, when would I have to tell my parents about him? Should I even bother telling them? Me and Niall are easily getting close by the minute but in 3 months’ time, would there even be a relationship to talk about? Maybe Niall wouldn’t want to be my boyfriend once he’s found out that I’m moving to New York. Or maybe he would since he’s Niall and he’s a persistent bugger. Either way, I doubt my father would appreciate me being romantically linked to him. He’d probably assume that he’s the reason I’m moving away. And that will just make everything worse. Forget about leaving the house at 80, he’d ban me forever!