I'm Not Okay (I Promise)

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Continuing from last time...

I sat there in shock, startled at what she said. I didn't believe a word she said. I couldn't have. I finally found someone I loved. I made friends and I'm happier than I have ever been.

"Look, baby. Your father and I have decided its best we, yku know? Get back together? We can't be a broken family, now can we? Besides, we found it would be best if, you went to a talents school?"

I kinda looked down at my cake, I could feel tears forming but they wouldn't come. My anger filled me over, and I didn't have enough sadness in me.

"And, I got fired from my new job. I have no way of helping you, or taking care of you. Your dad has a great paying job, and a big house. He will take good care of us. And h-"

I pushed my plate away and wiped my mouth, standing up and clearing my throat. Frank stood with me,  but I put a hand on his shoulder to sit back down, and he did. "I..." I shook my head and pushed my chair back in, smiling at Mrs. Linda. "Thank you so much. But, as you can see, I have lost my appetite. Thank you for the food."

Quickly I pushed the chair back in and started to walk towards the door, looking at the table and seeing everyone's eyes on me.

"Nicole?" My mom said as she frowned and looked at me.

At that, I looked down at the floor, and walked out of the house. Walking outside in the rain. It was foggy, and thundering. No lightning though. I took my time, walking across the deserted street to my house.

As I got in, I walked up to my room, shutting the mahogany door behind me, and walking over to my bed. All without saying a word. Everything flashed in my mind. The way I had no memory of my father. The time where, I would see my mom cry every morning, but when I walk in, she would act up like there was nothing wrong.

Seeing Frank all in my memory. Not wanting to forget his face, to forget him. Not wanting to leave him behind. Maybe, it would be best for my mom to move. But, what if I didn't have to. What if, what if I just. Left. And everything would be better again. No more pain, no more leaving.

Quickly, I went in my closet and grabbed two suitcases. Filling one with clothes, and another with pillows and blankets. Grabbing a lighter and some useful essentials in the bag as well.

If I wanted to run away, I couldn't let anyone find me. So I grabbed the bags, grabbing another one and bringing it downstairs. I grabbed a spare pocketknife from the drawer of the kitchen, along with some water bottles and the extra four hundred and fifty bucks I hid in the back cabinet for emergencies. Because this was definitely that time.

I smiled and bit my lip, grabbing the back and turning to the counter, only to see Frank standing there. Dripping wet and shocked at what I was doing.

"So this is it? Huh? You're just, going to leave?" Frank said, walking closer and looking down, combing his fingers through his wet hair.

I looked down and sighed. "Frank, I have no other choice. I don't want to move."

"Oh, so you're just Disappearing? What good is that?" he lifted my chin and had tears in his eyes. "Baby, we both turned eighteen today. Don't you think that, we should be more responsible?"