savior ≫ z.m. [completed]

17

For the first time in two days, I decide to go home, but only to get some clothes and essentials.

Heading through the back door, I silently make my way up the stairs and go straight to my room. I pull out a duffel bag from under my bed and start throwing clothes and things I need into my bag. A picture of my once perfect smiling family sits on my bedside table, and I hesitate before throwing it in my duffel.

"Callie?" a soft voice whispers. I spin around and see...

"Danielle?" the words can barely escape my lips as I take in my sister.

She's no longer an innocent little 16 year old girl. Her once shoulder-length hair is now short, no longer flowing down her back. It's dyed blue, which I have to admit looks good on her. She's noticeably skinnier and there are permanent bags under her eyes. She looks... different.

"Where..." I can't finish my sentence when she runs across the room and pulls me into a bone crushing hug.

"I've been living in Portland for the past two years. I went to Sophia's and she let me stay with her,"

"Sophia?" as in, Sophia Stanley, Jake's ex-girlfriend? I knew Danielle was always close to her, but not close enough for her to go to when she had no home. Sophia was always like a sister to her.

"Yeah," she sighs. "I'm so sorry for leaving, I'm so sorry for never calling, for never contacting you,"

"I thought you were dead." I say flatly.

"I wouldn't be surprised if you did," she says simply.

"But why are you back now?" I flop onto my bed and she follows me. We lie in silence for a minute before she speaks.

"Sophia's back too," she whispers.

"Why?"

"She wants Jake back," I jump up and stare at her.

"What the hell? He treated her like a sack of dirt, why would she want him back?"

"Callie?" a voice coming from behind me startles us. My mother stands in the doorway, looking at us with a blank expression.

Glad to see you too.

"Mom," I respond, frowning slightly.

She looks at me for a while, then looks at the almost packed duffel bag, and realization dawns on her face as she connects the dots.

"Where are you going?" her voice is panicked and her eyes flash with an unreadable emotion.

"I'm sick of you," I state. Danielle gasps.

"Can we talk about this?" my mom pleads.

"No. There's nothing to talk about." I zip up the duffel back and briskly brush past her standing in the doorway. I head downstairs to the kitchen and start throwing various foods into my bag. Danielle pops up next to me and snatches the nutella out of my hands.

"What are you doing?" she sounds panicked, like my mother.

"Leaving," I snatch the jar of heaven back from her and she scoffs.

"Why?"

"Because I can't stand mom anymore," I'm not putting up with anymore of this, and nobody's going to stop me. Danielle sighs.

"Don't leave, please, I need you here," her eyes look into mine pleadingly and my heart breaks a little.

What would happen to Danielle if I left? Mom would get drunk, and she'd have to deal with her alone. Jake never came home, I wonder if he stole mom's money went back to Vegas.

She does need me here.

I sigh and turn around, emptying the food onto the countertop. I'm only doing this for Danielle. My mother is standing in the entrance of the kitchen, and I give her a cold look before I walk past her back up to my room.

I plug my phone into the speakers and lose myself in my music, drawing various things in my sketchbook. I thought about Liam, and how he was the one person besides Zayn who has ever complimented me since Abbie. He honestly liked my strange art, which was flattering.

Suddenly the music stops. I glance over to my phone and see it's just another annoying glitch that iPhones get from time to time. Getting up to fix it, I hear a thump coming from downstairs, followed by a scream. I skip down the stairs.

"She just won't trust me!" my mom shouts, taking a drink from her beer bottle. She throws it across the room at Danielle, who's in tears. She has a streak of red on her cheek and the sight of it enlivens a deadly side to me.

How could she? Hurt Danielle? And she expects me to give her a second chance? She can't control herself and she isn't a suitable mother. She belongs in rehab.

"Mom," I say low and dangerously. She turns around and looks at me with wide eyes, as if snapping out of her drunken state. Her eyes shifting to Danielle's cut cheek, she clamps her hand over her mouth..

"I..." she says, before running upstairs.

"Not even an apology," I mumble.

"S-s-she got angry that you tried to leave," Danielle says between sobs.

This was the last straw. I will not let my mother ruin mine and Danielle's life like this. She failed us.

"Come on. We're leaving. Pack your stuff," I demand. She nods and goes upstairs, and I stare at the mess of amber glass on the kitchen floor.

She will never, ever, change, and any chance of a family I had, is gone.

A/N: short chapter sorry :( im going to see this is us on friday omf i remember when i set the countdown on my phone and it was 200 days and now its only 2 days

sooo... i'm really close to 1k reads.... :o i hope you're enjoying this story so far :)