My YouTube Life [ON HOLD]

15: Hello Tennessee

I remembered it all to well. The sex he forced on me, the lies he last told me, and his mark he left on me when he moved. And you know what's even more sad? I never told anybody (beside Alex). Probably not a good to move to make, but that's why I left Tennessee anyway.

That son of a bi- (In Alex's words).

I giggle a the 'nickname', because it suits him.

Ring

Ring

I hurry and pick up my phone.

"Hello?" I ask into the phone.

"Hi honey!" Mom says, "You packing for the trip?"

"Yeah Mom," I say, not trying to bring up the 'Levi inncident', "I'm going to start packing today and finish tomorrow morning."

"What time is your flight?" she asks.

"Well, it's a 14 hour flight and it leaves at 1 am tomorrow, but since Los Angles is 3 hours behind, I won't be at the Tennessee airport until 6 pm the next day. So... in 2 days. 2 days before the wedding," I say.

"Okay, just making sure," she replies, "Well, see you soon honey!"

"B-," she hangs up before I can finish.

"Love you too," I say to myself sarcastically.

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I ended up just putting all the clothes I brought to VidCon, back into my suitcase and washing my dirty clothes, though I did pack a couple of 'fancier' dresses for the sake of the wedding. So really, I didn't have pack anything except necklaces that matched the dresses, my everyday jewelry, and high heels.

I look at the clock in my kitchen, 10:53 pm.

Woah! I spent a lot of time packing. Well, it was mostly you jamming to My Chemical Romance, good job Tara (I mentally slap myself).

I only going to get 1 full hour of sleep.

Maybe I can sleep on the plane?

I yawn, but ignore it, stepping into the shower. And that's when I realize, I haven't had a real shower, since a day or 2 before I went to VidCon (you know like shaving, body scrubs, and good smelling soap). I wash my hair with my normal shampoo and conditioner, scrub my body with a citrus smelling body scrub, and wash my face. When I step out, I look at my hair in the mirror. I am seriously considering cutting and dying my hair, just to give it a change. I've had this haircut for about 4 years, since I was growing it out. Now, of course I went to the salon and cut it, but it was only the ends, but now I want a full blown different hairstyle.

I brush my teeth, then go straight into my room. I change into some black leggings and Dad's old grey YMCA hoodie that I found in his closet after he died. I look at myself in the full length mirror in my room, a flashback of Dad wearing this to my baseball games.

Yes, I played baseball. And it wasn't softball it was the legitimate sport of baseball.

Dad always said that I played better than some of the boys on my team. I laugh at the reference.

"Miss you dad," I mumble to myself.

I zone back into reality, and finish packing for the trip in a couple of hours. I make sure I have everything that I need like my plane ticket, carry-on, and suitcase. I don't know if I need a passport, but I pack mine anyway.

I pick up my phone to check the time again, and it reads 12:03 am. I think about how long it would take me to get to the airport, and I estimate about 20-30 minutes depending on traffic. So I decide that now is the best time to leave, considering I have check in with front-desk lady or man.

I double check that I have everything, and check myself in the mirror, making sure I look somewhat presentable for the public. I grab my suitcase, carry-on, and my car keys, and I'm out the door.

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"Flight 972-A is now boarding. Please enter the security check line, and then make your way to the boarding gate," the man on the intercom says.

I pick up my carry on and get in line for the security check, like he said. I take off my shoes, necklace, and my father's wedding band. I slowly walk through the metal detector, and I'm good to go. I hurry to the boarding gate, and I hand my ticket to the employee. Seconds later, she hands it back.

"Thank you and have a nice flight!" she says enthusiasticly.

"Thanks," I reply.

I walk through the long metal 'hallway' and onto the plane.

Goodbye Los Angles, hello Tennessee.