Take Me Away (On Hold)

Chapter 1 - TMA

Chapter 1

After finally finishing my four hour shift at Jefferson's Food Market, I could not wait to get out of there. Work had gone by so slow and I had to deal with so many rude customers it was unbelievable. It's a wonder I've lasted these past two years working here. All the different people drive me insane. I went to the break room to get rid of my apron and get my bag. I had to search around the small room for my bag since I got here late and just threw it. Stupid idea, yeah, but I was in a rush. Seeing it in the corner of the room, I grabbed it and checked to make sure everything was in it. When I was sure I had everything, I walked out of the room and headed towards the front entrance of the store. Of course my luck was running low today and I couldn't make a clean exit.

"Hey Kaylynn!" I heard someone scream. Turning my body towards the register, I caught sight of my friend Kyle. Kyle Mills and I have been working together since I started. He's nineteen years old with black, emo hair and pale skin. He also happens to be my one and only friend. Don't ask me why, because I have no clue. His words were 'there's something special about you, we're going to be great friends'. I'm a seventeen year old senior in high school, I'm a loner, and my looks aren't anything special. My blonde hair and pale blue eyes are extremely boring. Talk about typical. What about that could possibly be intriguing to him?

"Yeah?" I called back. I was now standing by the automatic doors in the front just itching to leave this horrible place. Not to mention I was already extremely late and if I wasted any more time I was as good as dead. He would literally kill me.

"I love you!" he screamed and winked at me. Laughing at his foolishness, I waved and said a quick goodbye whilst rushing out the doors. That was just like Kyle. He is such a flirt and loves to be incredibly funny.

Walking across the street, I quickly made my way to the bus stop. As I read the schedule that was posted, I mentally cursed. There weren't any buses coming for another twenty five minutes. Deciding it would probably be best if I walked, I set out on my forty minute journey home.

I was about half way home when I started becoming very conscious of the time. It was already 10:12. Father wanted me home by ten. He is going to be furious with me. God only knows how much he's drank by now. Looking up the road, I saw that I still had a little over twenty minutes of walking to do. This is just great. When I get home, I am dead. Hopefully he isn't too smashed.

It's been so hard to recognize my father since my mother passed. She died four years ago, and he has been drowning himself in alcohol since. Then after a few drinks, he hates me even more than when he's sober. Dad resents me because apparently, I look too much like her and I remind him that she's never coming back. Which, I do look just like her. That's where I get my blonde hair, blue eyes, long legs, cream skin, and height (5'7"). Also, he blames me for everything that happened. My mother and I were in the car on our way home from the movie theater when a huge truck slammed into the driver's side of the car. Mom died on impact and I remember seeing the blood coming out of her from everywhere. I remember the exact moment that I knew she was gone. I've always hated myself for that day. Not that I could have done anything, but I just wish I had at least been able to warn her. Instead, my then thirteen year old self got out with a broken leg, fractured wrist, and mild concussion. The truck was going was going so fast that neither of us had seen it. Not even a glimpse of it, until it hit us. So fast, that even if she had seen it coming, there was absolutely nothing she could have done. I knew deep down that I had nothing to do with it, but father has told me so many times that it was fault, so now I feel as though it really is. As though I had somehow killed her. That guilt ate away at me all day, every day.

Out of nowhere, someone grabbed my arm and pulled me backwards. I was just about to scream when I saw a car drive past and honk their horn. I had been so lost in thought that I hadn't even realized that I was going off the sidewalk to cross the street. The hand that pulled me back let go of me and I whirled around to check who had saved me. The boy looked familiar, but I couldn't place a name to him in the dark. His sandy blonde hair was falling a bit in his eyes. He had that bad boy skater style going, and a strong, yet not too muscular build. His skin was a naturally light tan and his eyes were a hypnotizing green color. They were dark on the outside, but got lighter as they got closer to the pupil.