Home is Where the Heart Is

Chapter 7: Beginning

"Lindy Violent Ryderson..get your butt UP NOW."

"Mhm..I will Beckett..don't be so--"

Bad mistake. I awoke somehow In my house's foyer floor, my first glance of my angry mother and mischievous little sister.

"So you WERE at that little boy's house , huh? WEREN'T YOU?!" Oh dear. She found out, and her howls pierced my hearing, I was afraid if I weren't gonna make it out alive.

"M-Mom..please l-l-let me"

"Too late Missy!" she tied my hands behind my back and threw me in my room, face down. I was used ton the bruises from self harm and her attacks and episodes, but it was so severe. My arms unraveled to hide my face in and bawl all day.

"M-Mom please! I'm sorry I-I don't mean to.." she slammed the door as I was cut off in mid sentence. So basically, she left me here alone in my room. It was only 2pm, to my surprise. I was stuck in this little cell to ponder my thoughts. Might as well clean and charge my stuff, while scheming. I found tons of little things, from aloe lotion to a bag of dried fruits on my vanity. Time still flew by slowly, and the cleaning took only an hour and a half.

Then, it hit me.

I got sudden flashbacks of my mother's tight black curls whipping as she hissed at me back then, when she woke the neighborhood with her arguments with my dad, her taking her anger out on me after Anthony's passing, too much to make my head throb and temples pulse.

I cannot take this anymore.

My gut denied me to do this, my mind tried to rethink it over, my body was shivering too much to take action, but my heart was chanting, "Do it."

"I will." I muttered.

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It was only 6:37pm now, and I had plenty of time. My room was getting awfully hot, so I slid open my window. Just to freshen up. Then, I dug my tennis athletic duffle bag out of the closet and threw in clothes, snacks I saved, my wallet full of about $835, socks and shoes, my iPod and phone and their chargers, a flashlight, some toiletry stuff. Thank goodness my room was connected to my bathroom. Sunscreen, hair dye and trim set, brushes, makeup kit, you name the stuff, by now, time totally flew by.

I slid on an Avenged Sevenfold hoodie, FamousStars and Stars cap slapped on, frayed denim shorts and makeup off. It was dark outside and my local hotel had a great savings deal on week rentals before 10pm. Turning off the GPS on my phone and taking one last glance of my room, it was my time. The room was barely empty, so this was a farewell..

But I found a sheet of paper and a pencil nearby, all I wrote were the words:

"You had your time. You wasted the chance. I loved you, but you were just a letdown.

-Lindy."

Tears fell on the paper, but I just sucked it up. I hauled my bag over the window, tucked the slip in my pocket, and slid out the window. Using the nearby shovel, I closed the window and picked up the bag. Farewell, house of memories. Nice knowing you.

I began to walk down the empty driving way and through the blocks, walking in the shadows. Until I located that one cinnamon house and left the note on the doorstep. I was finally done, took one last glance at this house, smiled and muttered, "Good riddance".

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Carrying my pride, I began walking away, where my heart will lead me from now on.