Changes

Chapter 4

Kiesha's POV

"What's eating you up?" I suddednly realized I was in the dinning table with my Siblings. 

It's a weekend, No classes and finally it's a relax day. I looked at the bacon infront of me. I haven't touch my food. I don't feel hungry though. I looked up Emma who was looking worried at me. 

"Is something bothering you, Sis?" Francis asked in the corner of the table. I looked back at my plate. "Uh. I'm not hungry." I pushed my plate forward and stood up. They looked at me shocked of my sudden mood swings. 

I heard the chair creek as my sister stood up. "Sis, What's bothering you? Tell us!" She commanded, I looked at my shoulders to see her reaction, She's pissed and worried at the same time. I sighed deeply. "Nothing. I'm going out for a while."

"But you can't go out of the house! Your not big enough!" This is what I'm talking about. My thoughts was eating me up on how to tell them I'm going out of the house. I'm big enough with the age of 18 for pete sake! I've been in this house for decades and their telling me I'm not big enough to handle the outside world? 

Yes, As you can see, My family is strict about going out. I go out only if I go to school or in the Library. I don't know how or when I can get out of their hold. Their to tight on holding onto me, that I badly want to escape. 

"Emma, I'm Big enough! I can handle myself with or without your guide. So will you not mind just for now?!" I couldn't let my feelings hide like this. My hands suddenly flew to my mouth. I couldn't believe myself, I just shouted infront of my siblings. 

"Kiesha, ENOUGH! Our parents is not here so you better go up and stay in your room!" Emma spat back. I took a step backward and scoffed. "NO! Not this time!" I turned my back at them. 

"You really did change, Courtney." My eyes widen when I heard my brother spoke. He called me Courtney. 

No it doesn't matter now. And I'm willing to do all of these, to taste my own freedom. 

I stomp my out of the house and grabbed my car keys. I drove as fast as I could, My phone suddenly rang when the traffic light turned red. 

"Hello?" 

[Where are you?] A familiar voice caught me of guard.

"Wow so your checking me out? What's this one of your to do list?" I spat sarcastically. 

[Just answer me!] 

"OH Sure, Your girlfriend is going out of no where to find freedom! Wanna come with me?" My voice cracked. I didn't realize how bitter I was while saying that to my so called boyfriend. 

[Meet me in the mall.] He stated commandingly.

"Oh great, From all places why the mall?! Wow, I'm such in a good mood to go shopping you moron!" The traffic light turned yellow and quickly turned green. I drove with my left hand while my right hand was stretching for my phone to my ear. 

[That's great. Now, Meet me in the mall.] He said emphasizing every word. Great another problem of the day. 

"Great. Just Great! Ugh.. Meet you in 5." I ended the call. Damn, I hate talking with that guy. I just hate his guts so much. He acts like a gentle man with much of an angelic face. But tell you what. His totally not my type.