The Boy With Tattoos

Chapter 32

Alice P.O.V

I'm not turning back, I thought determinedly, I have made up my mind and I don't want to be his second option. I won't do it, I'm not turning back, I'm not returning, I thought.

It was like there was an internal battle going on inside me, my body ached to go back, screamed profanities at me for leaving James just like that without even thinking deeply about it. Without thinking of how much I had hurt him.

Yet, my head was set, I wasn't going to go back to him and watch how him and the idiot of Jessie played family and raised a baby.

The thought itself made my eyes well up with tears of anger and jealousy! It was in that moment that I realized I despised Jessie more than anyone! I so did not like that girl! I think I might even hate her more than I hated Fake Barbie and Aiden combined!

Yeah, it meant I hated her...a lot! A fucking whole lot! She was the reason James and I fought, her and Luke also!

I need to get out of here, away from Jessie, away from Luke, away from everyone! Away from...James, I thought making up my mind at once.

I needed to leave. Before I did something stupid like go back and ask James to forgive me.

Yeah, that's what I would do, I was leaving tonight. I realized I longed to leave! To get out of here already, anxiety kicked in me. I wanted to go already! I wanted...I wanted my mom.

As childish as it sounded, I wanted her to hug me.

I wiped my face as the cab driver turned on my street and I paid him quickly when he stopped outside dad's mansion. I felt light as I saw it, this would be the last time I entered the fancy hell! The thought of not having to deal with Fake Barbie and her annoying voice brought some little comfort.

I didn't care if dad didn't want me to go, I was leaving! I was getting the hell out of Port Arthur! My visit here was finished. Without James, well...there was no reason for me to stay. It's not like I wanted to spend the rest of the summer here enjoying the company of Fake Barbie and her spoiled son.

I walked into the mansion and when I closed the door I heard Fake Barbie's high heels clicking towards me, "And where have you been?" she demanded.

"Nowhere" I mumbled back.

She put her hands on her waist and glared at me as I walked upstairs "I don't suppose you were with Luke where you?" she asked.

"You suppose correctly" I said quietly.

I heard her let out a dramatic scoff "I knew it was too much to hope for!" she cried "Then where have you been?" she asked.

"Fuck off Rebecca," I grumbled under my breath and walked towards my room.

She didn't follow me, thank the Lord, and I entered my room closing the door. I went to my closet and got out my giant suitcase.

I began to pack almost in a robotic type of way, I don't know why, I didn't feel sad or angry anymore. I just felt...numb. I felt nothing, and I was glad for that, I didn't have time to get all teary. I packed all my clothes and belongings without thinking, I couldn't afford to think of what I was doing.

It took me a while to pack everything, besides I moved extra slow, like if my body were determined not to leave. I managed eventually to get everything into my giant suitcase, and when my room was bare I sat next to the suitcase on the bed.

I sighed and got my cellphone out, there was no messages from James, or calls, nothing. I didn't know whether to feel glad, or upset.

I dialed my old house number and pressed the phone to my ear, it rang a couple of times before the glorious voice of my mother answered.