Road Trip

Prologue

My eyes closed as my ears rang. Breathe. One. Two. Three. Breathe. The shouting continued where as my own words failed to assist me. The sound of glass breaking took me out of my daze. My eyes shot open and took in my surroundings. There, on the kitchen floor shattered in pieces, was a wine glass. Standing above, my mother looking at me expectedly.

"Well are you gonna clean it?" Her hand was propped on her hip as her nose was held high in the air.

Slowly, sure to make a show of it, I take my phone out of my back pocket and smirk when I see the text messages waiting for me.

Group MMS
12:57pm

Carter
On our way to get you

Alex
So fucking ready for this

Mya
I can't believe we're really doing this

Suddenly my phone gets taken out of my hands harshly.

"What the hell do you think you're doing? What have I told you about this phone?" I already know what she's going to do by the look on her face. Proving me right, she throws my phone against the wall and I watch it fall to the floor with a cracked screen. Maybe I should have gotten that otter box.

"Clean. It." She stands directly in front of me and stares me in the eye. But I'm not backing down this time.

"Actually.." I hear a car horn outside and I sigh in relief. "Im leaving."

Quickly, I make my way up the stairs to grab my suitcase that has been packed for three weeks now. Going into my room I stop and look around for a second.

"Finally.." I breathe out. Taking the black suitcase from under a pile of clothes, I can still hear my mother screaming from downstairs. I roll my eyes and head back down there. Careful not to trip down the stairs with the heavy bag.

"Vanessa you are not going anywhere." My mother tells me sternly, sipping her new glass of wine from the kitchen. I laugh and swing the front door open, quickly moving out.

I struggle bringing the suitcase off the stairs of my porch. "As of three weeks ago, I'm eighteen. I can do whatever the hell I want." I shout over my shoulder.

Music blares loudly from the rental car Mya's driving. My three best friends stare at me with huge smiles on their faces from the windows. Alex gets out from the passenger seat and takes my suitcase from me as Mya pops the trunk open from inside the car.

"If you go, don't think about coming back." My mother yells from my porch. I watch as Alex puts my suitcase in the trunk and thank her with a hug.

I look back toward my house and straight at my mother before shouting. "Wasn't planning on it."

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