Prison Camp.

Goodbyes.

                      Prison Camp 

                        © Sweetchickx3

Chapter 4

Aqua’s p.o.v

“Here’s a ticket that you’ll need to be on the flight, and here’s a packet to learn where your going alright.” Martha my mom’s friend said shoving a big box into my arms. 

“Wait, what if I don’t want to go?” I asked but the lady was already shoving me out of her office saying good luck. I sighed and turned around ready to tell her where to shove this box when the door slammed in my face. 

‘Well that was rude’ I said in my head. Earning stares from the people in there offices I decided to just go home. 

While walking home I remembered mom and her ‘little’ speech. That was the biggest little speech I’ve ever heard. She kept going on about Luke and Emma and how they  were a bad influence on me which I highly do not agree probably Luke but certainly not Emma. She had convinced her friend who happened to work In a traveling agency to book me a vacation because my mom wanted me to have a ’vacation’ or I mostly think it is to avoid me from hanging out with Emma and Luke.         

I felt bad for my mom who wanted to waste a thousand dollars just to send me on a vacation, even thought I felt like I needed a break from all of the drama that has occurred on the last couple of days and I also needed a break from work. I didn’t receive any sleep last night since I had to be working at the stupid restaurant till 3 in the morning. My mother hadn’t let me be home alone since the 2 incidents with Luke. Which Isn’t good since I don’t receive sleep anymore, the last couple of days I’ve been on the edge and am finding it harder to maintain myself awake. Running to jump into the train I bumped into something. 

“Watch where your fucking going” the guy snapped I flinched back in surprise and hit the train door glaring at the guy. 

“Its was an accident” I snapped moving forward not trying to look intimidated by the guy. 

“Well next time open your freaking eyes” he spat and pushed his head phone back in his ear, I raised an eyebrow my anger was very accelerated. I took deep breaths, trying to calm down. Thanks to my father who had anger issues he seemed  to pass that down to me. Which is why I try to avoid drama. 

“Aqua!” someone yelled and I turned and saw one of my dad’s old members from the gang.

“Skids what’s up.” I said going and taking a seat next to him pushing the guy who snapped at me not caring. 

“Nothing trying to make a living, how’s your mother?” he asked, you see Skids was one of the youngest teens in the gang when my father ruled or at least when he was still in jail. I have no idea how he manages or managed the gang from jail but I think he still does. He was at least 13 when he entered and I remember him always coming by the house to receive ‘jobs’ from my dad. He would play with me sometimes but dad cut off the connection thinking there was something going on between us. Which was unbelievable since I was 8 years old. 

“She’s fine, trying to keep us alive.” I joked and his face turned serious 

“Your dad really fucked up right.” he said throw his clenched jaw and I shrugged. When talking about my father it was a soft topic for me. I never wanted to talk bad about him because after everything he’s done  by the end of the day he’s still my father no matter what.

“I guess, but it doesn’t matter.” I responded and he smiled weakly and grabbed my hand.

“You’ve grown up to be gorgeous” he said sincerely and I couldn’t help but blush and look down and pull my hand away.