Can you Remember? #Wattys2016

Chapter 39: !?!?&@&@

She comes and hugs me again for a long time before looking around again and getting into her car. Izzie drives off leaving me standing there in my driveway shocked.

I just stand there with my mouth hanging open trying to absorb all that she told me. It was so much information at once, and I was left wondering why she decided to tell me that. If what she says is true, then I need to figure out if those girls are planning on doing something to me. I've never liked them that much really, but I thought that we were at least getting along well.

But why would Izzie tell me this? I'm sure that if they find out about this happening, then they would definitely do something to her that would probably be worse than what they did or plan to do to me. That would explain why she was acting all secretive about it and looked around every so often to see if anyone was watching.

If she is telling the truth though, then I'll help her formulate a plan to get revenge against them. Only if it's true though!

Anyway as I stood there, I blinked my eyes a few times as if trying to re-focus before I checked my phone. I noticed that the time was getting late, so I shook my head to clear it and walked into the front door. When I opened the door, I didn't hear any voices or the sound of pots and pans clanging in the kitchen as my mom cooked. I walked over into the kitchen to see if she was looking at a cookbook only to find my parents sitting at the dining table with a large cardboard box placed in the middle. They were riffling through the box and what looked like to be pictures in their hands.

"Hey guys," I called out to them going over to join them at the table. I sit down in the chair across from them and peered over the top of the box. "What are you doing?"

"We're just looking through some pictures that we had boxed away. I believe these pictures are in those seven months too," my dad informed me not looking up from the pictures in his hands or acknowledging me.

"Really?" I asked trying to grab a few of them to look at for myself.

"Yup. Why don't you come over here and look at these with me?" my mom asked me gesturing for me to come scoot over to her so that we could share pictures.

"Okay. What are on most of these?" I asked her picking up the one that she held out for me to look at.

"Just things you did or went to. You let us take more photos of you during that time," she replies getting a ne stack of photos out from the box.

"But I hate photos," I said with a confused look on my face as I looked at the photo closely. It was on of me and those four girls Anais, Callista, Elizabeth, and Izzie. We were posing in front of a black rental RV that had a banner hanging from it that said "Road Trip" on it in pink neon letters. All of us had smiles on our faces and matching sea foam green backpacks hanging off one of our shoulders. There were also four neon pink and sea foam green polka dotted luggage on the ground in front of us. We were all wearing matching clothes and had matching bags and such. I turned it around to find my mom's handwriting on the back.

First major outing with her new group of friends! So excited for my little girl to be going on this trip! Hopefully, this will be a good experience for her and that she stays friends with these lovely girls.

The day that was signed at the bottom along with my mom's name was from five months ago now which would be month four of what I don't remember. I wonder if this was before or after those girls did what Izzie claimed.

"This is one of you and that Sage boy," my dad said finally looking up at me and handing me another picture. It was a picture of us going to what looked like a school dance since I was wearing a floor length dress, and he wore a tuxedo. The picture was taken when we weren't paying attention. I was looking up at Sage as he moved a curled trendily of my hair out of my eyes. Curious, I turned around to find another message written by my mother that confirmed my thoughts of it being us going to a dance.

Kade and Sage are going to Winter Formal together. I'm so glad Kade finally asked out a boy. He seems like a nice guy, so I hope they start to date and stay together.

"It's so sad that you don't let us take pictures of you and your friends anymore," my mom spoke up breaking the silence that had settled over us.

"Well I don't like pictures, and you don't like my friends," I retorted gently tossing the picture in my hands onto the table.

"What do you mean? Of course I like your friends! Those girls are nice and very lovely," she said looking up at me with a disappointed look on her face.

"Mom, we've been over this. Those girls are not my friends," I said matching her look with a glare.

"Really? Are you sure about that? Why did I see you talking to Izzie outside in the driveway then?" she asked placing a hand on her hip now looking at me over the rim of her glasses.

"Because she wanted to talk to me," I said through gritted teeth feeling my anger boil up at my mother.

"Watch your tone Kade," my father said pointing a finger at me meaning he once again supported my mom.

"What did you want to gain by showing me these pictures? Did you hope to "fix" me?" I asked getting dangerously close to blowing up and yelling at my parents, most specifically my mom. My mom confirmed my suspicions as her cheeks flushed in embarrassment, and she lowered her head and played with her nails muttering about needing to get them done.

"This is ridiculous!" I practically shouted in an outrage. "We have already talked about this! I can't be fixed because there is nothing to fix! I thought we had come to an understanding!"

"Well so did I until we found this," my mom said also raising her voice at me. She then proceeded to knock over the cardboard box and dump out the photos that revealed clothes hidden at the bottom. The clothes in question were the ones that I had made myself and hid under my bed. "I found these under your bed, and all the clothes I bought you were gone from your closet."

"Care to explain yourself?" my father asked clearly as outraged as my mother was.

"Those are my clothes; the ones that were in my closet were not," I state nonchalantly but still burning with anger.

"So where are the ones that were in your closet?" my mom asked folding her arms across her chest.

"I burned them."

"YOU WHAT!" my dad shouted standing up slamming his hands on the table and flipping his chair back.

"What on Earth were you thinking?" my mom asked me shrieking at the highest octave I've ever heard come from her mouth.

"That I needed to get rid of the foreign objects," I answered trying to hold in my smirk after seeing their reactions.

"YOU ARE GROUNDED YOUNG LADY!" my dad said continuing to yell at me.

"Oh I'm shivering from fright," I snort out rolling my eyes starting to leave the kitchen.

"Leave your phone," my mom says calmly recovering from her anger. She holds her hand out expecting me to place my phone in it. I look one last look at them before I took off running into my room. Locking the door, I shoved a chair under the handle and proceeded to pack some stuff in a bag.

"Kade! Open this door immediately," I heard my dad puff out of breath when he reached my door.

"No. I don't feel like it!" I shouted back continuing to stuff my duffle bag with essentials.

"Stop overreacting! Let's talk about this as civil people," my mom said trying to be the voice of reason.

"I'd rather not!" I said putting my backpack on my shoulders and slipping the duffle bag strap around my neck. I also move to pack extra things into a pillow sack before I moved to unlock and open my window.

"I got the tools to open the door," my dad whispered to my mom hoping I wouldn't hear. Unfortunately for him, he is a horrible whisperer. I managed to jump out of the window and land expertly on my feet before I heard them get the door open.

"She's not here?" my mom asked in surprise.

"Where the fuck is she?" my dad shouted out getting more pissed than he already was.

"Look the window!" But by the time they got there and looked out the window, I was already gone.

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