New Beginnings

Chapter 8

Didn't think I'd be able to upload today, but here we go...
From the very sleep deprived, airsick mind of snickertart, I give you...... Chapter 8  (:

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Alessia (pov)

It had been a week since I had completely embarrassed myself infront of Sara.

Pathetic.

Crying like a baby because of a bad dream.

My mother must have rolled her eyes in her grave.

What the hell happened that night? I still wasn't sure.

I just remember waking up panting, because once again Spongebob had gotten too close. Too close that his disgusting green gooey fingers had actually grazed my skin.

Everything had gone haywire when she had started crying. Apparently I couldn't handle someone crying.

I had gone soft.

When did this happen?

I couldn't stomach her sobbing infront of me because of her dead son.

And then. I did an even stupider thing.

I went and gave her all the crap I took.

My only ticket outta here. Now I was really screwed.

It just felt really wrong. Stealing from a person who was still mourning her dead child.

Her beautiful face had gotten all sad and she looked at me in a way that my mother never did. A way that actually seemed like she wanted me here, in her home.

She was so different from her. Sure, my mother had been pretty, but she was nothing compared to Sara.

My mother had really let herself go. Her teeth had gotten all brown because of all the smoking. She had lost weight and was way too skinny. Her face always had a thick layer of makeup.

The two couldn't be more different. And I couldn't be more happier about it.

I know I had told Sara not to make promises she couldn't keep. But I had done just that.

I told her I wouldn't run away. But I had to, right?

I mean I couldn't stay here forever, could I?

But what if I wanted to?

I had let myself in. Let myself care.

I always had an end game whenever I entered a new family.

Screw up so bad that they can't stand you and move on to the next family.

I had gone off course. So off course, I didn't even know who was controlling the steer anymore.

It was like driving a car without any headlights. Just going forward, praying to God there aren't any sharp bends ahead.

And the biggest casualty in the end would be me, ofcourse.

Great. Jake had now gotten me using car metaphors too.

He was such a dork.

I found myself smiling at how dorky he could get sometimes.

A knock on my door brought me back to reality.

"Come in."

I answered without asking who it was.

To my surprise I found the whole family walk in and Kaitlyn holding a tray of breakfast.