Move

Chaper One

"So we're moving? Once again," I said frustratingly, as I looked at my mom. "Why do we always have to move?"

She looked at me, stress has clearly taken its toll on her. Her once brown hair has more grey throughout it, there's lines where she had smiled too widely and by the corners of her eyes, and she had dark circles. She took a deep breath in, tired of having the conversation more then five times now.

"Leila, you know why. We don't have enough money to stay here-"

"Then why move across the WHOLE UNITED STATES? I have friends here, everybody I love is here!" I interrupted her, she wants us to move from New Jersey all the way to California. This isn't the first time we moved like this. I've been to 8 schools since ninth grade, having to move basically four times a year. I'm in eleventh grade, I want to be able to have the chance to actually grow up with people. I will never get that back because of everything that had happened.

My mom looks at me, pain in her eyes. I know I shouldn't be that hard on her, but she always does this. It's because she doesn't feel like working, she'd rather live off the government and that's not how you should live life.

"We are doing this, and that's final. We live in 2." I looked at her incredulously. 2 HOURS? That's barely enough time to pack my stuff, how am I supposed to say goodbye to my friends?! How am I supposed to say goodbye to Dad again?!

Tears prick at my eyes as I stump down the hall, and make a left to my room. My room wasn't fancy but it wasn't quite bare either. I grab the suitcase from my closet and toss it onto my bed, cursing out loud.

Heading over to my dresser, I pull out all of my undergarments and stuff a pair of underwear into two socks. Then, I'd stuff the sock into the cup of the bra to minimize space. Pulling off shirts from hangers, and all my jeans, I close my suitcase and set it by my bedroom door. I turn around and grab my back pack off the corner of my bed.

Emptying it out, I go over to my dresser and pick up one of my most prized possessions. It was a picture of my family, all of us together. My dad has two kids with another woman, my mom has my brother with another man, and me and my little sister with our dad. We were all genuinely happy for once, but that all changed because my dad couldn't keep it in his pants.

He cheated on my mom countless times. Jennifer, Staci, Mary, Ashley, etc. I remember when he used to stay in the room with my little sister and I, because we were scare of the dark. He'd sit in the chair and hide his phone whenever my mom walked past. After he left, my mom eventually came in and asked me, "Did your father have his phone in here?"

That was one of the hardest questions of my life. If I said yes, it would break my mom's heart. If I said no, I'm betraying her. I nodded my head, it was better if she knew. Even at five years old, I knew to tell the truth no matter what.

Her eyes welled up and she muttered a quick thank you before walking out. There was screaming and yelling and it was just a horrible night. Of course, she forgave him, but not for long. She soon grew tired of his antics, and that's why we've been moving around so much; to find a stable job, and a perfect neighborhood and a perfect man for my mom, basically.

I texted my dad and asked him to meet up in fifteen. I waited over an hour before a text back and he his text said:

I'm sorry baby, I'm on a date right now. I think she's the one! I can't lose this opportunity, but I love you and stay safe!!!

       Xoxo, Dad

I sighed again, as I held my head in my knees. Tears fell into my jeans causing small dark spots. Life seemed like it couldn't get enough of screwing around with me. Playing me, giving me hope of a new life then ripping it all away. I hear my mom cough from the door way as she asked if I was ready.

"Yeah, I'm ready." I grabbed my suitcase and loaded it into the rental car. I looked at the one story house, the paint still new, the crack in the window long needing to be fixed, and the weeds in the front yard. This was my home for a little while, I finally started to feel we could make something's of ourselves here, but like always- I get proved wrong.

My mom got into the driver's side, looked at me and rubbed my cheek.

"I'm sorry babygirl, but this is for the best." I shrugged as I looked at the house one last time.

I know that I said it but, I'm not ready.

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