Ch.2~ The Move

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When the news came out that my father accepted a job offer and that we'd be moving to Charleston, North Carolina, in the United States, it was a joy for me, but a dread for my stepmother.

"We can't trust her!" My stepmother whined.

"Just pack liquor and cigarettes and you can let her be," my father snapped.

She narrowed her eyes. "Why should I?"

"If you don't want to deal with her, then do it," he said.

He looked at me, his eyes roaming down my body.

I shivered. I had a bad feeling about this...

"Fine!" My stepmother yelled, throwing her hands in the air. "I really don't care!"

I smirked. How I always live to piss her off...
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"Wake up."

My eyes snapped open and my father was kneeled beside me, his face not even inches away from mine.

My heart raced in my chest. He's gonna hurt me isn't he? Do I really deserve it this time?

"We landed an hour ago. Let's get the hell out of here," he snarled.

Then he got up and left.
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I grabbed my suitcase from the baggage claim and started out the doors.

God I wished I could have a cigarette.

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