Redemption (Saving You #2) [Coming soon]

Chapter Two

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    REDEMPTION | Chapter Two

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“Adeline.” I looked up at my open bedroom door, where my mother now stood. Her short, dyed-blonde hair was sitting perfectly just below her chin. Her clean-cut blue jacket and matching skirt accented her figure well enough to lower her age a couple of years. She smoothed down her white blouse as she surveyed my room. “Your father and I will be leaving for another business trip this weekend,” She grabbed the door handle. “Aurelia will be here to look after the house.” She said curtly before exiting my room, without waiting for my response. I looked back down at my open text book, what once was the process of photosynthesis, was now a jumbled pile of black lettering that my brain couldn’t even fathom at that moment.

     My mother’s words echoed in my mind. Aurelia will be here to look after the house. I didn’t know if she wanted me to pick up on the fact that she cared more about the house’s state over my own, but I’d learnt the hard way that my parents just didn’t care anymore.

     With a resigned sigh, I closed the pages of my textbook and moved it to my bedside table. I stretched and leapt from my bed with some newfound energy. I walked over to my small desk and fell into my computer chair. Before me sat six items. My laptop, phone, headphones, journal, pen and a napkin; all of which meant the most to me. They were my prized possessions, and over the mourning period that I struggled through after the loss of my innocence, they helped me keep sane. The napkin, my newest addition to my desk, had the same blue scribble that had been there almost a month ago. Of course, I’d still stared at it when I got home.

     It turned out the project Nick had been referring to, was actually true, and of course so was his response of having volunteered to be my partner. So, much to my adamancy, I wordlessly followed his lead and accepted it. Fortunately we didn’t have to start for a whole other week, but that didn’t stop Nick from asking to start early, and of course I declined, saying I was busy.

     I opened my journal, to the place where I’d last written. It was when I’d decided I wanted to see if I was brave enough to let go of my life. I had written three letter; all of which were for my mother, father and Ryder, in hopes they’d look there for my suicide note.

     I skipped past them, not wanting to relive the emotion that once clogged our throat. I poised my pen above the slightly damaged, white crisp paper.

           Dear Journal,

     I was saved from death by a boy, a new boy. Nick Delacroix is his name and he moved here over two months ago. He knew of my horrendous reputation of the freak nerd, attention-seeking whore, and he still helped me. Why? I don’t know.

     Ryan hurt me again. He’s back. After almost eight months of acting as if I didn’t exist; he came back. Nick came and helped me out, and now we’re to do a project together. Ryan doesn’t like Nick and he warned me not to talk to him.

     I’ve decided to not speak with him, and our assignment will be done in class, where Ryan can’t see us. I don’t want to hurt anymore, I don’t want to go through anything anymore, I’ve been through enough, haven’t I? I still do not want to do this anymore, and as tempting as that bridge still is, there is something forcing me to stay.

     But I do wish I had something to live for, maybe life would be easier.

     I dropped my pen and quickly stood up. The main reason I never touched that journal after my attempted suicide was because of the thoughts that branded my mind. Whenever I tried to right them down, I looked into them deeper, trying to decipher some sort of cure that could stop my mind from going down that path. But it never happened. As I closed the brown-edged pages of my journal, a light knock sounded on my bedroom door. I felt back into my chair and looked up at the door.