" Nobody actually wants to grow up....we just want the freedom to use our youth "
Out of breath. The exasperated running starts to take it's toll. Speeding by the trees I begin to see the end. A beckoning white light glistens in front of me. 4 more sprints and I'll be out. He's still chasing me.
Only 3 more...its almost over. I can feel his hands try to grasp my clothing. Come on...just 2 more sprints. It's right there, right in front of my eyes. Consuming my vision with a blinding, long lasting flash. My last sprint, I can feel the euphoria entering my body. A smile hints on my face, I'm finally free.
....Or that's what he wanted me to believe. I was pulled back, away from my safe haven. In the midst of being grabbed by him I try to make out his facial features. Finally I can see what he looks like. After years of tormenting I'll know what he looks like...
Beep...Beep...Beep...
That was by far the worst one I've ever had. He's haunting me. For all of my 18 years of life, he's been there to take over my dreams and nightmares.
I'm sick of running from my imagination. That's all his is, all he'll ever be. My imagination.
Irritated by the obnoxious alarm, I roll out of bed to start the day. Grabbing my phone to turn off the alarm I notice 4 new text message, 6 miss calls, and 3 voice mails. All from daddy dearest.
You see, 5 months after my mom died....5 MEASLY MONTHS. My brilliant father decided to get married to the homewrecker that he was cheating on my mom with. I mean of course she said yes. What gold digging 26 year old wouldn't say yes to marrying a rich 49 year old doctor?
Now 4 years later guess who wants a divorce? Honestly, I'm surprised that she waited that long to divorce him. I guess she just found out that there was never a prenup.
I never cared enough to learn her name. So I just call her homewrecker.
My father, James Dudley, used to be a good man. He was generous, honest, and not cheating on my mom.
The day I found out he had been cheating on her was also the day she died. My mother was everything you could aspire to be. With long luxurious brown locks, stunning green eyes, and looks that would bring a man to his knees. Her name was almost as beautiful as her, Isobella.
I remember walking to her grave filled with grief. Her memory life flashed through my eyes, even the pain and regrets. "W-what is this James?" She was confused about the text messages she had just found on his phone. "Oh...that. Don't worry about that sweetheart, its nothing" the scumbag was lying through his his teeth and we both knew it. " I guess 'I can't wait to see you later baby' is nothing. I guess 'Of course I'll leave her baby I love you' is fucking nothing to you then!"
My father's eyes nearly jumped out of their sockets when she read his messages. "Its not what it looks like I swear Bella." The poor sap tried to deny his wrongs, but my mom was smarted than that.
"Why don't we call her then? See if it really isn't what it looks like." My mother had calmed down by now. She was still raging inside but outside she acted like nothing went wrong.
