Pain

Dandelion

"Hold on I almost got it." I said to my aunt as I tried to reach a blanket that was folded at the top of the closet. "Your never going to reach it." She said. I gave up and she reached over me and grabbed it.

"Thanks." I said as I unfolded it onto my new bed.

A couple days after the incident with my dad I officially moved in with my aunt. I've moved most of the stuff out of my old house and into the guest room that was now my room. Today I'm going with Ashton to pick up the rest of my things. Ashton's coming with me because Michael and the rest of the boys have to go somewhere. I don't have that much left in there though. Mostly likely just some more cloths and my shoes. Everything else in my room is gone except for my furniture, Im leaving that there since I already have some here.

My aunt was furious when I told her was happened. She saw my bruises and called my mom, for the first time in forever. My mom was shocked to see that my aunt had finally called her but my aunt basically cussed her out and hung up the phone. But here I am now. I was almost done setting up my new room. I was just hanging up some cloths.

After I was done I finally collapsed onto the bed. I let out a breath of relief. I heard my phone start to ring and I groaned. When I finally get a moment of rest someone decides to call me.

"Hello." I tiredly answerd, without checking the caller ID.

"Oh no, don't tell me your tired, because we got to leave soon to your old house to pick up your things." Said the voice through the phone.

I was so tired it took me a second to process who it was, but then I realized that it was Ashton.

"Uhhh, when are you going to be here exactly." I groaned.

"In about two minutes so be ready." He said. Before I could say anything else he hung up.

I tiredly got up and wobbled to the front door. I sat down on the step the was in front of the door and waited. About a minute later a red lifted truck pulled up. I saw Ashton in the drivers seat and I stood up. It was a nice truck. It had all black tires and it was a cherry red color. I walked up to the passenger side and pulled the door open. "Hey." Ashton said with a wide smile. I looked at him confused.

"Uh yeah, how am I suppose to get in this thing, I can barely get one leg on this." I said. He laughed. "Look it's easy, just swing your leg onto the truck and then grab the door handle since I don't think you can reach the one on the top on he truck." He said with a chuckle.

I squinted my eyes at him. I did as he said and swung my leg onto the truck, I grabbed the door handle. I jumped and tried to get into the truck, I almost failed but Ashton grabbed me by my arm and pulled me inside.

I closed the door and laid my head on the back of the head rest. "Shit, I didn't think it would take that much work to get in a truck." I said. He just laughed. "Well you are pretty short." He said. I turned my head towards him. "What's that suppose to mean huh? you making fun of my height." I said.

"Yeah pretty much." He said. I playfully smacked him on the arm and he laughed. He began to drive to my old house and I started to get butterflies in my stomach. Just thinking about running into my mom or dad made my stomach turn. I tried not to think about that so I started a conversation.

"So I'm guessing this is your truck." I said. "Yup." He said popping the P. "I knew it, your the only person I know that would have a truck this fucking big." I said.

"Your fault for being short." He said. "Um no actually, not my fault, I was born like this." I said crossing my arms. "And I was born with the dream of having this truck." He said. I rolled my eyes. "Why don't you drive?" He asked.