Chapter 2
" Can you just yell at me, call mom, and then send me to my room while you and Derek talk about the situation? You know that is exactly what will happen." I said cracking the kitchen door open. I looked up at Kathy with tears beginning to bubble up in my large pastel green eyes. She just stood there, starring back at me, no emotion in her face, a simple empty, expressionless look. Then she started to look confused.
"Were you eavesdropping on our conversation?" Kathy said. Derek replied," Really!?! That is what you got from your sisters comment?" I could tell that he had absolutely no idea what I was going through but he had a gentle, defensiveness in his face and voice.
Derek came from a perfect family. Parents were happily married, rich as all get out, practically lived in a mansion, and he was handsome, athletic, and artistically talented. We have divorced parents, we're cheap and poor, live in a house that compared to theirs is like a double wide, and we were all lazy and uncoordinated. His family hated us due to our small housed, teen mom, poor, split up lifestyle.
Derek had a perfect life until his parents kicked him out for getting Kathy pregnant. Ever since then, Derek has become softer, he stopped pitying those who had less, he became a father, a person of commitment and dedication. I liked Derek and always had, besides the fact that they used me as parenting practice. They decided that they would use me for practice because if they screwed up with me, they could blame my mom.
" Babe, I think we should go see someone." Kathy said beginning to seem concerned. She quickly shut the blinds and grabbed me calling for Derek to grab Kyle. We all immediately jumped in The Ugly, only one of us truly knowing why.
It was then that Xander spoke to me again," Look at the cars." Xander always gave me little clues and hints, never revealing the truth about what was going on. I looked out the windows and Derek slammed on the gas pedal, making me slam forward. Lo and behold, my dad was pulling up. We were taking "the escape route" to avoid dad. Leave it to him to ruin everything.
"Wait!" Kathy yelled. Derek slammed on the brakes." Drive towards him. Towards dad. Go." We began slowly rolling over the gravel and dirt road towards our father. He stepped out of the car walking toward us. Kathy stepped out, too.
I think dad was going in for a hug when he came face to face with Kathy. Instead, she smacked him across the face, leaving her hand print on his jawline. "That was for leaving us." She then punched him in the nose," That is for ruining my childhood. And for calling me a whore." He was hunched over so Kathy elbowed him in the back." That was for hurting mom physically and mentally." Finally, she flipped him off," This is for you to remember that you are not welcome in our lives."
A satisfied smile covered her face. She hopped back in the car, slamming the door and clicking her seat belt back into place. Derek sat starring at her with a dropped jaw for about fifteen seconds. She looked at him and said," Go already! Haven't you seen you girlfriend tell off her dad?!?" She smirked in the window looking at me.
I could feel that even Xander was proud of her. He was basically making me smile. When he was happy so was I. Moments of joy in our dysfunctional lives were seldom and greatly treasured.
That would have been a solid ten of a day if where we were driving was different. Two sisters beating the crap out of bullies, yelling a our sucky dad. That was just perfection.
Xander was first to realize where we were going due to his all knowingness. He told me when we turned onto 321st street. The blinker turned on signaling left. Into the parking lot we went. Looking at the large sign, my heart sank and my stomach got uneasy.
Caliber Town Hospital. Not to mention that it was the direct link to where the Eastern Sanitarium was. The two buildings met with an aboveground tunnel, made of glass and shiny metal.
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ParanormalI live in a world that makes no sense what so ever. Kids are put in mental institutions, young children sent to juvenile detention centers, families torn apart, and the hopes of living a normal life are ruined. I never live a normal life. I was five...