Not A Word

Chapter Eighteen

Tara

Once my parents had driven off I stepped out of the bushes and grabbed the gutter drain. Ever so carefully I inched my way up and onto the roof outside of my room. My feet touched the shingles and I looked down at Greg. "Are you coming up or are you too scared?"

"I'm not scared! I'm acceptably worried about falling and breaking my damn neck. Just throw your stuff down and I'll catch it." He called and took a step back.

I rolled my eyes and jimmied the window open. As I stepped in my old room I saw boxes sitting all around. There was writing on one of the boxes that read 'trash'. My jaw dropped as I looked around at my things. They had already began marking my things for the garbage and they were acting all lovey dovey with each other. Is this how my parents really are? A caring and loving couple that just didn't want kids?

If that's right then why didn't they just give me away or let me stay in Dublin? I sighed and walked over to my closet. I was no longer going to be associated with them so there was no reason to worry about it now. I couldn't change what happened but I could definitely move on from it.

Grabbing a suitcase I filled it with the limited amount of clothes and shoes. I looked around and saw that I had packed almost all of my things. The only other things that were mine was some coverup that I would use to cover my injuries and my brush.

Looking at the suitcase laid open on my bed I felt an overwhelming sadness envelop me. All my things fit in just one small suitcase. All of my things I had been forced to buy myself so I didn't go around without any clothes but rags on my body. Shaking my head I went over to the window and tossed the bag down to Greg.

"Alright I got this one now send down the rest!" Greg called.

I slipped out the window and gently closes it. "There is no more." I said as I slid down the drainpipe to the ground.

He looked at me confused, "You're joking right? Every girl I've met has so much stuff she needs like three closets."

I gave him a blank look. "How many girls have you met that had parents who didn't care about them and tried to kill them?" I sneered.

His teasing smile dropped. "I'm so sorry Tara. That was inconsiderate of me." He apologized.

I shook my head feeling terrible, "No I'm sorry. You're doing all of this to help me and I snapped at you." I looked back at my house, the place where I had always felt like a prisoner. this building held do fond memories for me. It was a place of pain and depression. I don't think there was any possible way I could get away from here fast enough. "Can we please go? This place is giving me the creeps."

Greg gave me a sad smile before nodding, "Works for me. I don't like it either, it just looks depressing." he threw an arm around my shoulders and walked to his car while dragging my bag behind him. "I hope you can be happy now." Greg muttered out of the blue.

I thought about it. I will most likely have to deal with Zayn an his crew at school. They might even try to up their game and hurt me more. Things will be different though. At least now I know that when I go to a house at night I won't have to worry about surviving the night. There will be no more fear of waking up to see my father or mother standing above me and waiting to hurt me. I will no longer have to fear that I may not wake up in the morning. There will be no more worrying that every little thing I do will get me punished.

Looking over at Greg I nodded, "I am positive that I will be happy, at least happier than I have been." I said gently. "I won't have to feel in danger all the time or be forced to look over my shoulder out of fear of the unknown. Don't ask me why but I feel that I can trust you even though I don't want to."