Their Twisted Fate

Chapter 2: It's going to be fun

Chapter Two

Jamie's POV

"You know what I'm moving out" I say and their face expressions change.

"No, you're not!" my dad says. My dad looks a bit hurt but mad.

"Yes I am, I can make it on my own." I say confidently

"No, you're not, you're only 17 how are going to make it on your own" my dad says it like I don't know that I am.

"So what if I'm 17 I just need one more year, actually no by the end of the year I'll be 18, I'll make it, I have money saved up" it's true I've been saving money for myself.

"If you leave this house, you're never allowed to step back in this house" my dad says, it hurts so much.

I love my parents so much. When I was younger I use to think that I would never leave my parents that I would take care of them. But I guess at some point in your life shit happens.

"Okay then, I'll be out of your hair by tonight" I say it like it didn't hurt me to leave them. I notice that my mom looked like she wanted to say something, but the words wouldn't come out.

"But before I go, all I want you both to know is that I love you so much no matter what, and sorry if I ever was a burden in one point of your life" and I run upstairs to my room and slam the door.

I just go to my bed and cry into my pillows for awhile then I wipe my tears away. And start packing all my things. I can't believe I'm leaving. I'm actually leaving them. I feel hurt, guilty, and a bit angry. It's killing me.

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By the time I'm done packing. I check my phone to see the time, its 7:36pm and see that I have a few messages from Kristen and Michelle. But right now I don't feel like texting them back. So I just put my phone in my pocket. I slowly open my door to see what my parents are doing, but I notice that no one is home. I'm sort of glad that they're not here to see me leave.

I started taking down the boxes that are filled with all my stuff and suitcases filled with all my clothes that I had in my closet. Once I'm done bringing the boxes and the suitcases downstairs, I open the door and put the things in my car that my big sister Valerie gave me for my 16th birthday.

I close the trunk. And I get in my car and drive off. I don't really have a place to stay. But then I remember that when Valerie moved out she told me that whenever I decided to move out I can live with her if I wanted. From all my siblings she's the most supportive. I have 3 sisters and one brother, which makes me the youngest, I was the baby. Memories start flashing back to when we were okay, my mom would call me nena ('baby girl' in Spanish) she would tell me that I would be her baby no matter what or how old I got. I feel myself crying from the memories.

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I'm parking outside of Valerie's apartment, I head up to her door and wipe my tears away hoping that I won't cry again, but I don't trust myself, because I know I'm going to be crying all night.

I knock on the door and hear footsteps. As Valerie unlocks and opens the door she turns on the light for the outside.

"Oh hey, it's you" she brings me into a hug, I hug her back I wrap my arms around her as if I haven't seen her for long time.

We break out of the hug and she gets a good look at me and furrows her eyebrows "What's wrong, what happened?"

I hate the feeling you get in your throat while you're trying to speak when you're just about to cry. I just shake my head and hug her again.