What comes your way*editing*

Never saw it coming

The sound of her voice and the unheard conversation on the other side of the phone reaches my ears waking me up. My eyes drift to the open window, where the sun shines bright, still open from the night before. My ashtray is still perched on my windowsill, overflown.

I live with my Aunt, my terrible Aunt. I tighten my weak muscles to pull myself into an upright position. I reach towards the side table to turn my phone on, checking the time. The bright white bold letters read 3:36 p.m. I rub my eyes taking the night out of them, while getting up into an unstable standing position. As unstable as I predicted to be, I fall. I fall back onto my bed.

Without getting up from the bed I slide myself to my suitcases on the floor, still sitting there from when I first arrived. I peel one open and grab the first thing that I saw; a hand-me down white t-shirt and black skin tight leggings. I push open my door, that is failing off of its hinges and start walking to the end of the hallway to the bathroom.

I drag my eyes away from the broken mirror to wash my hands before putting toothpaste on my index finger and brushing my teeth. Quickly after my sad excuse for a brushing I climb down the stairs to find out the reason why I got up. I peek into the living room to see if anyone was there. There was an old armchair which sat next to a mouse attacked lamp on the floor with the wire coiled around it like a snake. The T.V sitting on the ground, also not plugged in. I turn around heading to the kitchen, I hear her voice, but she isn't alone.

"Yes, it's here......as soon as possible please.... It needs to go now.....yes ...soon?....perfect"

Her ragged brittle voice comes all too clear.

"Are they coming over then?" My voice was hoarse and rugged. As if I was the caller, her body turns sharply, unaware of wire that has now wrapped itself around her neck. "Perfect"

"Uh... I have to go... just come in 10 to pick "it" up." After a few nods she puts down the phone, and look me straight in the eyes.

"So have you become a drug dealer in your spare time?"

"When are you leaving?" I open the mini fridge under the table, the only plugged thing in this house. Pulling the half a gallon milk out I sit it on top of the table next to a plastic cup from last night. "Answer me whore!" She grabs my hair and pulls me back, I stumble and fall backwards.

"You bitch!" She tightens her grip, digging her nails into my scalp, reopening old scars.

"Excuse me? You worthy piece of shit! You have been here a month and have taken everything from me! Every little thing, everyone hates you! You can't do anything right. You drop outta school at 18, almost graduated, ran away from your parents because you are some worthless druggy who doesn't have a job and can't afford a damn car. You couldn't survive in this world." She lets go of my hair as the doorbell rings, walking away to get it. I get up off the ground and start to pour the milk into the cup.

"That was quick."

"You told me to come in 10 so I did." My eyes grew bigger, the voice was all too familiar, I would be able to recognize it from anywhere, even if I became deaf. The milk spills over the side of the cup onto my bare feet. "Is that little shit in there?" The milk leaves my hand, the cold liquid soaks my leggings. I turn around and I start running. I grab ahold of the end of the railing and I swing my body around it propelling myself forward. I could feel my breath leaving my body, but I didn't stop. I slammed my bedroom door open letting it fall down on the floor. I spot the two suitcases and I grab them both. I jump on top of the broken door, ready to run back out.

"Cora!" The two voices yell. The stairs ratting with their footsteps. Without any choice I throw my suitcases out the window. The ashtray spills all over leaving a dusty mess. I'm halfway out and I hear him behind me, breathing like the monster he is. My head looks in his direction, his hands on his knees and his chest rising and falling.

"Cora...please.... You don't have..... to do this anymore!" He tries to catch his breath.

"You're right. I don't have to, but I want to." I slide my feet on the roof and grab the pipe line next to the roof and slide down to the ground.

Bending down I pick up my suitcase and start to run. His voice rings in my ears followed by the door slamming.

"Damn you girl!" My aunts voice echos out.

"Get back here!" I wouldn't stop, not even hesitate. They say i'm running away, but I say i'm chasing freedom. So I won't stop for anyone, yes, not even for my dad.

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