I "did" something so horrible and unimaginable. It took over my life. I couldn't breathe with the pressure. And neither could my family. They wanted me gone. I was determined to make that happen.
My sister would give me money to add to my escape fund. Only she knew about the last part. She slipped cash into my pocket at the dinner tale, where she was the only one willing to associate with me. She left money under my bedroom door when I refused to eat.
I kept a lockbox in my closet filled with cash and coins. Underneath it all laid my new ID. But after a month the money barley covered the bottom. No one would hire me. I picked up every odd job I could get between being hated and trying to finish my junior year of high school.
That summer I realized I had to go further into the city if I wanted a shot at making money. In the city no one cared about what I "did." They had real crimes to worry about.
With the help of a friend I landed a job at the pizza place he worked at, right in the heart of Minneapolis. It was run by an Italian woman and her young daughter, both with sketchy English. They wouldn't have know who I was anyway.
I stayed hidden, cooking in the kitchen and answering the phone. I only helped on the register when absolutely necessary. I was always worried that someone would recognize me.
I stopped interacting with people. I started to push my one true friend away, even though he wanted to stay. My parents were so disappointed. They never wanted to help. They didn't believe me. I didn't even have to push them. The sister that gave me money every week? That didn't mean I wanted to talk to her. She tried. I didn't. No one else did, anyway. Nobody wanted me, but no one wanted to be the one to kick me out.
My only option was to leave on my own accord. I was just going to leave. My public school wouldn't take me as a senior. I was too awful for a private school. I got my GED by pure luck. Or extreme pity.
The end of summer. I wanted to have everything I needed by the middle of September. I wanted to just disappear. I wanted to sneak out in the middle of the night and take off. No one was to know when I was leaving. They would find out when they saw I had left. Then they could breathe their sighs of relief and throw a party.
I didn't care. All I wanted was to distance myself from everyone over the summer. No friends. No shopping or partying. Nothing. I was to work and hide in my room. I had already deactivated all of my social media. My phone was shut down.
I wanted no friends. I had no family. It's easier to leave when you're not leaving anything behind. I couldn't get hurt. No one would get hurt.
At least, it wasn't part of my plan.
Author's Note :
Hey, so I finally uploaded this! This is probably my favorite fic I've written, and it's already a lot better than most of my others. Hopefully you'll enjoy it!
---Anna
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