Take Me Away

Chapter Five

"I want you out of my house by tonight." Great, not only did I get kicked out of Neverland, but i'm unwanted and kicked out of my own house. Where the hell does he expect me to go?

"Fine! More than happy to." I say, and he kicks my thigh where the scar was, and leaves. I groan, and I lock my door going into the bathroom. I pull down Peters sweatpants and look at the scar. I guess this is all I have to show that this wasn't just a dream it was real. Peter is real.

I pull them up, and grab a few bags. I need to get most of my clothes if I can, and basically everything I can fit in the bags that I need. I can't believe I will never see Peter Pan again, or Neverland. He was a jerk, but he had a nice side he showed me he isn't truly evil. It's a good thing I have my own car, thanks to my dad not wanting to drive me to school anymore, or else I would have no way to get to wherever I'm going. I could just sleep in my car for a while, and get a job.

Yeah, I'll do that. I bring down all the bags I packed little by little and then out to my car. "I'm sorry, kiddo, I'm just hungover and grouchy." What is with people lying straight to my face? He doesn't mean that. Why would he say it?

"Whatever, John."

"I'm your father."

"You are not my father." I say, and take my last bag out.

I hop in my jeep, and drive around for a bit. Just to think. Maybe I should stay with John till I'm on my feet. I have to grow up anyways though.

"You know you should probably look out for the tree." A voice says, and there is a tree right in the road so I swerve around it. I only have two more years till I go off to do whatever it is I have to do anyways. I turn my car around and head back to John's, my poor excuse of a father.

After, of course, I take a detour and drive around to calm myself down after the series of events that took place.

I remember when I get home that I don't even know the day. I have school tomorrow. I didn't do any of my homework, and I don't want to do it. My dad comes outside apologizes again, he still doesn't mean it, and helps me bring in my stuff back up to my room. I take out my back pack, and place it on my bed. I don't think I had a lot of homework. Thank the stars tomorrow is a Friday, so I hopefully won't get too much to do. It's also the start of winter break.

I think i'm going to change my look over winter break. Maybe do my hair differently. I don't want to be the same loner girl every year.

I throw my math book on the floor, and get out my notebook, and lay down doing homework on my floor. I hate math, I always have and always will. I'm pretty sure every kid does. Until they need to use it in some stupid job. I don't want to grow up. I want to stay young, but I want to be 18 so I can get out of here. Life is complicated.

I finish math, and decide to not do any other homework because I didn't feel like it. I walk into my bathroom, and sit down on the counter to file my nails. I should paint them.

"Erin! I bought pizza, and I'm going out to the bar tonight." He says, and I brush it off. I think he realizes this whole trying to be friends thing is not going to work. You can't pick and choose when to be a parent. He slams the front door, and I slowly creep downstairs looking around. Pizza. I'm starving!

I run over to the two boxes of pizza, and take out a hot slice of pepperoni. I multitask, and take another bite of pizza while opening the fridge with my foot to get a Arizona tea out. Another favorite of mine. I usually have a few boxes of Arizona cans in the garage and stock the fridge myself because my dad doesn't drink them, but I don't have any out in the garage this time. So, i'll have to get more.

I hear my phone ring upstairs, and I run with my pizza up to answer it. "Hello?"

"Hi, is this Erin Marie?"

"Yes?"

"You've been acting weird these past weeks. What's going on?"

"Nothing, and I don't need petty teachers calling me with fake sympathy. So, thanks but no thanks. Bye." I say, and throw my phone on the bed.

Wow, I am pathetic. I don't have friends or family call to check in on me. I have teachers.

I walk back down the stairs to get my Arizona, and I turn on the tv while I'm down there. Even though I'm not watching it, I'm thinking. Thinking about Peter.

I hate him. I hate him, but I hate myself more because I don't. Why don't I hate him? He could have easily killed me! What is wrong with me? I groan, and go into the kitchen to get another slice of pizza. Why am I thinking about him so much? And why haven't I taken off his sweatpants yet? I'm back here I can change my pants.

I shove another slice of pizza in my mouth, and chug my Arizona. I don't understand why he is such a jerk.

I guess I never will. I lay down on the couch, and end up falling asleep there. My dad wakes me up at four in the morning, when he comes home from the bar, and smashes a glass bottle on the floor. "Look at this fucking mess!" He yells, and I don't move.

He'll probably leave me alone if he thinks I'm sleeping. He didn't last time though. To my surprise he does. He curses to himself, and stomps upstairs going into his room. Thank the stars.

I sneak back up to my room, and brush my teeth. Then I head off to bed, and back to sleep. At least I don't have to think when I dream. Or does that count as thinking? Whatever. I'll play dead for another hour.

The extra hour only feels like five minutes, and my alarm goes off making me fall out of bed. I shut it off, and throw my messy hair up into a messy bun. I don't want to try anymore though. I throw in feather earrings, and put on a cute teal sweatshirt with my ripped up aero jeans. I grab my bag, and start walking to hell. I don't want to drive today. I need to think without crashing.

I am right around the corner from school when I realize I forgot my phone. Just my luck. Whatever. I go into the bathroom at school, and do my eye liner with a nice wing, and some mascara.

Today is going to be just fine. Until I get home.