Escape

Chapter 1

I sat under the kitchen table listening to my parents argue. I covered my ears to block out the fighting. The tears streamed down my face. I shut my eyes tight. That's when it happened. My dad packed his bags and left. I haven't seen him in eleven years. It still hurts but there's not much I can do. Lots of parents split. It's not like it wasn't common. Dad and I were close, for the time being.  He was my best friend. I always thought he would of at least call, but he never did. I'm just finally happy I'm graduating this year. I can go to college and just start over and become my own person. It would hurt me to leave my mom. She's always been there for me for all these years.

I arrive at school and  head straight to class. I'm just ready to get this day over with.  That night replayed over and over again in my head. I got terribly distracted, which is nothing new.

"Um sorry to interrupt, can I see Everly." I looked up at the sound of my name. I got up and walked out of the class. "Am I in trouble?", I asked curiously. "No your not in any trouble."
He gave me a sorrowful look. "Your Mom was found dead this morning."

Time stopped. I froze in shock, fear, pain. A single tear slipped from my eye and ran down my cheek. The only person who was ever there for me was now gone. I felt a big gap in my chest. My heart ached. I wanted to sit in a room and cry. I wanted to speak but I couldn't get the words out. I just stood there with a blank yet sad expression.

"They found her body in a creek this morning."

She didn't come home this morning, I thought it was because she had to work late. She would work extra shifts to get us by. My heart sank once again. 

I looked out the window of the car. It started to rain. I watched as the raindrops raced down the window. I felt scared, nervous, angry. I haven't seen my dad since I was six years old and now I'm suppose to live with him. He hasn't even called. He is probably living in a huge house, with a beautiful fiancé, and is living the dream. He doesn't care about me anymore.

As I arrived at the destination I grabbed my bags and got out. I paid the taxi man and started to walk towards the front door. The house was exactly what I expected. It was huge. I arrived at the front door. I was hesitate to knock, but after building up the courage I knocked. I was expecting some maid to open the door but there he was. My dad, he looked the same except he had a small, thin beard forming. He was wearing a nice button up shirt and dark jeans.  We both just stood there, staring at each other with blank expressions. I could feel tears forming, I tried my best to keep them from falling. I felt my face getting red. I looked down at the ground. I felt two hands grab my shoulders. I looked up, a tear ran down his cheek. I hugged him. It was nice to be in the arms of my father. It made me feel love and protection.  I cried harder. It had been so long, I didn't feel any anger just love.