"Sweetheart, would you just come with us? New York isn't so far away & you will love it out there, so many opportunities!" My mom tries to convince me for the millionth time today.
I shake my head at her, debating not arguing at all. But I wouldn't want her to think I was agreeing to move away.
"Mom, I'm staying in Cleveland. I'm 21, I can make my own decisions & I can pay my own way here. On my own." I state & walk away before she has the chance to reply.
My bedroom is the only room in the house that doesn't have large, cardboard boxes filled with our belongings sitting against every wall. That's how I like it.
I lay on the cool surface of my blankets & sink into the bed. Why can't she just understand? I'm not uprooting myself. Not that there is much I'd be uprooting myself from per say. I just don't want to go.
The truth is, I can barely stand Mark here in Cleveland where I know all the best places to get away, I would most definitely go insane in New York City with him & mom.
They are set to leave in three days & I can't wait. It's going to be hard surely but I'm better off on my own, I can feel it.
My eyes begin to get heavy as I think of sleep, I can't fight it from taking over me.
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"Beckey!" Mark yells, startling me awake. He definitely gets my name wrong at least three times a day. His brain is fried, man. Mom doesn't think so.
"It's Bex! & what?!" I fire back & can almost hear mom rolling her eyes at me. Funny, she should be rolling her eyes at him for getting my name wrong considering they've been together for six months. I put it down to the fact that he just doesn't care about anyone besides himself, like most other people.
"Come down here." He says making me groan loudly. I swing my pale legs over the side of the bed & jump the small distance to the floor, oh how it sucks to be short. I'm a five foot, ninety pounds ball of awkward sadness.
Mark is standing at the foot of the stairs waiting for me to come down.
"You should put some longer pants on." He states & turns away, expecting me to follow him.
"You should just not look at me." I mumble under my breath.
He doesn't hear me & continues walking towards the garage.
Opening the door, I see a hint of red in the room. What?
"Since we're leaving I thought I'd leave you something to drive around in, since we won't be here & you won't take public transport." He says sternly, opening the door wider revealing a beat up, red 1970's model Chevy Pickup truck. I'm absolutely floored & the moment I set eyes on it, I am in love.
I've never had my own car before & I don't care that Mister Billionaire could afford twenty Ferraris, I'm in love. For the first & last time in my life.
Something comes over me for a split second & I wrap my arms around Mark excitedly screaming thank you over & over.
He keeps his stance, arms by his side & his signature constipated old man look as I hug him. He nods in acceptance of my thanks.
I race inside to find mom, as soon as I see her standing in the kitchen with a knowing look on her face I know she was in on it too.
"Thank you!" I squeal & hug her tightly.
"I know it's not mu-" I cut her off.
"It's perfect, thank you." I say again & she smiles warmly.
I will miss them. It's going to be hard on my own, but it's going to be good for me.
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