The Bandana Boy

1. Leaving

1. Leaving

I'm running out of time. Tick. Tock. Seconds. Minutes. Hours. Days. Weeks. Months. Years. 18 years. 18 terrible years of loneliness. Ineed out. Now.

I've packed my things. The only thing left to do now is prepare Aaron. Aaron is my brother. My twin to be exact. He is the only family I have left, besides my father. I love my father and he love Aaron and me, but he hasn't been the same since my mother left. He distanced himself from everyone, even his children. I've raised Aaron and myself since the age of five. He fed us, clothed us, and gave us a roof over our heads. He only speaks to us when it is necessary.

"ADRIANNA" Aaron said waving his hand in front of my face.

"Yes?" I asked confused.

"What are you doing?" he said, waving his hands at the mess of clothes and suitcases that lay randomly on my bedroom floor.

I sighed and ran a hand through my long blonde hair. Aaron stood there with his arms crossed. His blue eyes filled with an unreadable emotion.

"Leaving," I said standing up and and walking over to him, "We need to leave as soon as possible. I can't handle it anymore. I already called Jacky. He said we can move in with him until we get the money for our own place"

"Okay. One question thought" he said looking up at me.

I raised my eyebrows "And that would be?"

"Who is Jacky?" he said, his blue eyes questioning.

"A good friend of mine" I said as I gathered my bags on my bed.

I looked around my room. White walls, a twin sized bed pushed up against the wall, a small window right above the bed. I sighed and made my way to Aaron's room to help him pack.

Four hours, two mental breakdowns, and many tears later and his room was packed up. I took our bags to our black truck. Aaron helped with the boxes of posters and other sentimental crap of ours.

I tool one last look at the old house. All that is left of the small garden in our front yard is a half dead rose bush. It belonged to my mom and I tried to keep it alive for as long as I could. Ten years is pretty good if you ask me.

As I was admiring the bush I hadn't realized my dad had come home from work. He stood puzzled at the sight of my truck. His eyes empty. I only caught glimpses of his emotions. Anger, betrayal, disappointment. His emotions wavered and eventually resolved on anger. He turned his hard gaze to me. Uh-oh...

"ADRIANNA MARIE CARTER WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU ARE GOING?" My father shouted at the top of his lungs.

I stood there staring like an idiot. That is the most he has spoken to me in the past thirteen years.

"Well?" he asked.

I gained my composure and sent him a glare as I replied "WE," I spoke gesturing to Aaron and myself, "Are leaving. For good."

His face lost all color then gradually changed shades of red.

"Leave. Both of you. Now. I guess the apples don't fall far from the tree." he said as he turned around and headed into the house.

I stood there. Shocked at what just came out of my father's mouth. I slowly recovered from his words and made my way to the truck. Aaron silently fallowed and slid into the passenger seat. I started the car and pulled away from the driveway. I watched as my childhood home slowly disappeared.