Teach Me (h.s)

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I let air out through my nose as I put the last box into my car. Turning to look over at my house, or more like my jail, I feel a pang of anxiety. Not at leaving, of course leaving never was the problem, it was just still being here. With them.

I grunted before walking forward and stepping into the house for the last time. Everything was eerily the same.

"Charlotte." I head my mothers squeaky voice behind me as I ascended the stairs.

I winced and turned around.

"What?" I snapped, not bothering to hide my attitude, knowing I could leave and not have to come back now.

I saw her clench her jaw and I knew I had made her angry.

"I know because you're 18 you think you're some kind of adult, but you cannot and willnot speak to me that way," she spoke with authority and popped out her hip, placing her hand on it.

I rolled my eyes and said, "watch me," before sprinting up the stairs to grab my phone. I took my long brown hair and put it in front of me right after, learning the hard way that if I didn't I would be yanked down the stairs by it.

Once I reached the empty room I stood in the middle. Stripped bed and dressers, empty closet. A ghost of what was.

I hear the echo of my crying, their screaming loud in the room. I see the splotch on the floor and shudder. I shake my head and snatch my phone up before I get carried away and lost in my own world.

I slip my phone into the back of my light wash skinny jeans and attempt to pull down my black, tight crop top. Only a sliver of skin is showing, but that would be enough for my Dad to have a major freak out. This is my little way of rebelling, I guess.

Watching my high top black converse as I go down the stairs, I stop in my tracks when Nike sneakers block my view.

I stumble back in surprise and fear, knowing the shoes to be my fathers.

"Hello, Charlotte. Leaving so soon? Not even waiting for your own father to get back from the gym?"

I stay quiet and just look at him.

"You know how I feel about you not answering," he said condescendingly. My mother is more outright anger, whereas my father keeps his cool all the time, so you never know when he'll snap. That makes him all the more frightening.

"Yeah, I know. I just don't care anymore because I'm leaving now," I say with bravery and side step his body, moving forward quickly before he can stop me.

I sprint out of the door once I hear fast footsteps behind me and slam the door shut.

I get into my car and twist the key into the ignition. Once I reach New York City, I'll be selling this and a couple other things in order to continue rent on a decent apartment. I plan on trying to get a job at one of the biggest companies there, which sells insurance, Styles Inc. Not exactly my dream job, but it pays well and it'll give me time to write on the side, like I want to.

Speeding off, I make my way. I stop at a gas station for junk food and chocolate milk, before settling in for a couple hours of driving.

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I arrive in New York City and find my apartment building. I had arranged this a couple weeks ago after I finally had saved enough money to leave. I had been saving since I was 12. It's dark out now, and the lights mesmerize me.

I picked an apartment building in Manhattan, despite it being more expensive, because I could afford it and it was close to Styles Inc. I was really depending on getting that job.

I grabbed my most essential bags after parking in the garage, and trudged up to the entrance. I was relieved when I found they had an elevator. I pushed the 14 button and stood in the middle of the elevator taking deep breaths and trying to take it all in.

After going back and forth and finally getting all my stuff into the apartment I collapse onto my floor. I don't have my bed yet but it should be here tomorrow because I ordered it online and sent it to this address.

For now I put my pillow on the floor in my new bedroom and used my dining room chairs to make a fort.

I snuggled up after plugging in my phone and sighed at the silence around me. I shouldn't, being a young 18 year old woman alone in a new, huge city, but I feel safe. More safe than I ever have.

As I fall asleep I mull over all the things I should say tomorrow at my interview with Mr. Styles.

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This is my new story and I'm excited for it. Hope you are too.
Very, very short update just to get everything started.
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