Let Go of Me(BOTDF fanfic)

Ok this is my first fanfic, and I'm a fan, not an expert. If I mess up some information, let me know:) Tell me how I do:)

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"Are you kidding me?"

My tone is high and slightly frightened. My mom calmly looks back at me, mentally rolling her eyes. I will admit, I can be dramatic, but this time I wasn't. Sending me away? Again?

"Candice, I swear to the Lord, if you do not get a hold of yourself,"

Her hand goes to the bridge of her nose. I don't understand this woman. How many times have they sent me there? Four? Five? It's never helped. Even the doctors admitted I wasn't worth it. I wrapped and un-wrapped my brown hair, the purple and green tips twirling into mini curls.

"We aren't sending you back to Vista," My jaw hits the floor. "We're sending you to stay with some, ah, distant relatives."

The way she inflicted that last sentence scared me even more. Distant? Do I even know them? Of course not. I only know my grandmother, my cousin and her sister. The rest of the family doesn't care.Even though I know the answer, I ask the same question I've been asking since I was told to pack.

"Why? What did I do?"

My mother gives me that look, the one that makes me feel as if she wasn't really a mother, but a friend who turned against me.

"You know what you did."

"What I almost did." Pondering my last statement for a moment, I took it back.

" I wasn't really going to do it. I was upset."

She looks at me with cold, calculating eyes.

"You're always upset."

I don't know why, but that hurt more than when she would call me an emo bitch, or a whore. Biting my tongue way harder than nessesary, I held back tears and slowly nodded, trying to understand. She walks out with a certain air that proves, she could really care less where I was dumped. I knew the only reason I wasn't in foster care was my father, who felt some sort of obligation to me, most likely since he knocked up my mother in eleventh grade.

I walk towards my room, now packed into two suitcases. I didn't have too much stuff, but enough. A couple of band T-shirts, some skinnys, and converse. My dad yells that it's time to go, and I grab the bags, and tote them into the car. Disbelief still courses through me. I'm in tenth grade, and my parents are already kicking me out.

I hop into the backseat, buckle and we start off. My parents discuss roads as we approach my destination, and after a 2 hour ride, I peek out the window. We're in a crappy part of town, and a house slightly bigger than the others looms ahead. We stop in front of it, and my dad kills the engine. We sit in silence for a little while, and my dad meets my eyes in the mirror, and he kind of nods his head in the way of the house. I finally get it. They expect me to just walk up to these people house, knock on their door and declare my residence?