The Girl With Blue Hair

Chapter 11

I sat up as soon as my eyes opened.

All I saw was the darkness of my bedroom. I could feel Angela, asleep, next to me.

I switched my lamp on and had to regulate my breathing. I buried my head in my hands and just let myself cry all the pain and regret away; not that it would work.

That was not a dream. That was a flashback.

I had to get up and drink some water before I could completely calm down.

I had relived that entire moment and it was just as terrifying as the real thing.

The guilt was eating away at me. I couldn't stand it, so I cut again. I stayed in the bathroom for a while until I went back to bed, and pretended like nothing happened.

***

My alarm woke Angela and me up at 7 that morning. We got ready for the day and I made sure Angela wore her best dress.

"You look beautiful, Angie!" I said.

"Lyra," she began," I'm scared."

"There's nothing to be afraid of! You are going to have such a great life with these people. They're going to take care of you." I assured her.

She nodded and I could see her confidence sneaking back in. She was going to be great.

May drove us to the restaurant where we would meet Angie's new parents. We had breakfast with them and they loved Angie. I could see that they were caring people who would take good care of her.

After breakfast, Angie's new dad came to the car with me to collect her suitcase.

"Sir, please take good care of this girl. She's been abused most of her life and her family is dead. Please give her the closest to a perfect life you can." I said, handing him the suitcase.

He smiled. "Lyra, I will make sure that Angela has the best life ever! She's a sweetheart and we will love her with all our hearts." he said.

May and I watched Angela and her parents drive off into the sunset, as some might say. It was emotional. I cried, hard. Who knew that being with a little girl for two days could create a bond?

May dropped me off at home and left. My mom was still out with her friends, so I was alone. I was happy that she was getting out again; she was moving on.

I turned on some music and started my homework that I missed from the day of school I skipped. I had been busy for a while when I heard angry knocking at the front door.

I froze.

After having an abusive boyfriend, angry anything makes you afraid. So, I sat there, waiting for something to happen. The knocking went on for about 5 minutes until I eventually decided to go check out what was going on.

I put my phone in my back pocket and slowly walked up to the front door. I peeked through the window but I could only see the back of a man. He was holding a brown paper bag in his hand. He knocked fiercely on the front door. I was sure he would break it down.

I cautiously turned the knob and opened the door as slowly as I possibly could.

The familiar stench of alcohol filled my nostrils and my eyes widened in horror.

He was back.