The Things That Hurt The Most

Chapter 9; Breakfast

My mom had said that said that she might be back by today, I wasn't sure if I should believe her or not because she had also said that she worked today. I had to do the rest of the packing myself because I had a feeling that she wouldn't help at all. I had also told Mrs. Chandler that I would go by her house today.

I rolled off my bed and went straight to the bathroom to take a shower. Once I was done I walked back to my room and opened up the box with my shirts. I had to choose a short sleeve shirt because it was really hot outside and a bit warm inside, even with the AC on. I picked out a dark red band shirt with my black skinny jeans and grabbed my black fishnet gloves to hide my scars then went back to the bathroom to do my hair, I untangled it and put it up on a ponytail. My bangs still covered my right eye but it was too short to put it up along with my ponytail so I left it there. I put on my shoes and went straight to the garage to start packing everything in there. I didn't feel hungry just yet so I decided to skip breakfast and maybe eat later.

I grabbed a box and opened it up. There wasn't much in the garage, just a few boxes that had old things. I put all the garden tools inside the box along with the other tools and closed the box. I filled the next box with the paint buckets and tools along with other small toys that I hadn't seen in years. That was all that was in the garage, along with the other things that were already in boxes.

Everything else in the house was already packed, I just had to move everything to the living room.

I neatly stacked all the boxes from the other rooms, except from my room and obviously my moms, and put them with the other boxes. I was nearly done with all the packing, I had made sure to leave a few things out that we would need like soap, shampoo, and a few personal items. That could be packed when we were ready to leave. I went back into my room and took out my makeup bag.

Mrs. Chandlers daughter obviously seemed to not like me because of what I wore, I didn't care what she thought of me but this time I put on light eyeliner and concealer because it was hot outside. I closed my bag once I was done and tossed it on my bed, not checking if it landed on my bed or not then I went outside.

I closed and locked the door behind me because I wasn't sure how long I would be at Mrs.Chandlers house. There was one time she forced me to stay over her house for the night and I went along because I liked the feeling of being taken care of. I put the house keys on my pocket and walked over to her house.

The door opened by her daughter before I had the chance to knock on the door. She gave me the look she had given me the night before and took a step aside to let me enter.

"Hi." I told her, I tried to sound confident but it came out as a whisper.

"Hey." She replied, chewing her gum loudly. "Mom! The girl's here!" She screamed and walked off into the kitchen.

I followed her nervously into the kitchen. Mrs. Chandler was walking towards the table with a few papers on her hand and a box of tissues.

"Avery! Her name is Crystal, be nice she's... Been through so much." Mrs. Chandler told her and took a seat on one of the chairs.

I hadn't exactly told Mrs. Chandler what I had been trough but anyone could've guessed that I've been through a lot if you saw the scars on my arms. I took a seat next to Mrs. Chandler and noticed that the papers she had were funeral homes and cemeteries.

"What exactly has she been through?" Avery asked as she sat down on the chair farthest from me, as if she was trying to keep her distance from me.

"A lot. That's none of your business, can you call this number and ask for the information?" Mrs. Chandler handed Avery a piece of paper with a name and phone number.

She then turned to me once her daughter walked out of the room. "I'm just making the funeral plans for Tom." She told me and grabbed a tissue. She still seemed to be crying. "I'm sorry about Avery. I guess this is just really affecting her." She sighed and looked through the papers.

"Will you be able to make it to the funeral?" She asked me.

"Umm, I'm not sure. Im moving next week, it's a 15 hour drive from here. When's the funeral?"

"It's next week, on Friday." That was exactly 6 days from now, I didn't know the exact day we were leaving.

"I'm not sure when were leaving but I'll try." I told her.

"You've been so much help." She said and started to cry. "Thanks." She grabbed another tissue and wiped away her tears.

"I haven't done anything, you don't need to thank me." I told her, I felt like I was in an awkward situation because I didn't know what to do or tell her. I wanted to do something, anything because she was the only one to ever truly care for me since my mom turned into a workaholic.

"Have you eaten breakfast yet?" She asked me, a worried expression on her face.

"No, I decided to skip breakfast since I wasn't hungry when I woke up." I told her.

"That's not good, you need to be eating at least 3 full meals a day. Let me make you some oatmeal." She said and stood up just as Avery walked back into the kitchen.

Avery handed her the pice of paper back with more things written on it, her nose looked a bit red from crying. Mrs. Chandler grabbed the paper and put it on the table with ought looking at it.

"You don't have to, I'm not hungry." I told her.

"That's the same thing you told me when I helped you when you passed out outside." She told me and turned on the stove.

Avery looked at us confused, obviously not sure what was going on between us. Mrs. Chandler turned on the stove and began taking out the necessary things. I sat there, observing her.

"Mom, do you want me to call any other number?" Avery asked her, wanting her moms attention.

"I'll give you another number when I'm done making oatmeal for Crystal." She told her.

Once she was done she handed me the oatmeal and told me to eat it. I slowly ate it and watched as she looked through the papers and wrote down more numbers and names on the paper for Avery to call. She grabbed the paper and walked off, phone in hand to the the other room.

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A/N: So I did it! I've been trying to make my chapters a bit longer but have been doing other stuff and was too lazy to write :p right now I'm working on the next chapter hoping to have it finished by next week but I most likely won't have time to write. Anyways, vote? comment? thanks ^.^