the waves. //james mcvey fanfic//

ONE.

I was woken out of another not very deep sleep as my mother and another man that she was with were screaming at the top of their lungs at each other. It was as if no one else was here in this entire universe to them. Their voices piercing the deadly silence of the night. I began to hear the familiar rattle of pots, pans, and even vases being thrown about the small home that we had only lived in for about 3 months. My mother claiming that we'd finally be a family once again for the millionth time as she laughed that laugh that I've heard too many times before. As I've learned this was one of those nights that would result in tears and bags being packed along with a road trip to nowhere.

As I stumbled out of bed to grab my suitcase to get my small wardrobe and what not, I felt no emotion. This had happened to many times for it to. My mom then bursts into my room and wasn't even surprised to already see me packed up and ready at 3 a.m. With solemn silence we slowly made our way to the door and I turned back for one moment to see the drunk we were with on the recliner that smelled of cigarettes. He gave me a creepy smirk as I turned back around and left through the screen door.

I got in the back of our 1967 Ferrari Dino and looked at the dully shining stars as my mom sped out of the gravel drive and down the dirt road. My mom then did what she did every single time we were in this situation. Her long graceful arm cascaded over the seats of the old car and held mine gently but reassuringly. "Adina, you are so strong. We're gonna be ok baby." she says as she squeezes my hand in hers. Tears from her ocean blue eyes would drop onto my fingertips as we'd drive.

We drove through the night. I watched as the sun slowly peaked from the oranges and purples from the sunrise and through the tops of the barren trees. My eyes hadn't shut the whole ride to where ever we were going. They couldn't, they never did. My body stayed awake for days at a time mostly alone with my thoughts.

We soon stopped at a motel in Arizona. I told my exhausted mother to go on up to the room and that I would grab the stuff. I lazily popped the trunk and grabbed the two suitcases that were all too familiar to my delicate hands. I trudged up the stairs and put the bags at the foot of the double bed. Even though it smelled like smoke and the dim lighting made my eyes hurt, at least I could finally get some sleep.