Lost

Chapter 1~ No can't go back.

Querida's Pov
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ain. That's what I feel right now, huh, that's all I ever feel. Since I turned 15. I'm numb to any other feeling and today we, meaning me, my mum and 16 year old sister are moving back to New Jersey. I don't even want to think about it. The worst memory of my life was born there.
"Hey Ri, wake up and get ready or we'll be late for our flight" my sister's jolly voice pulls me out of my thoughts. I sigh getting up from my double bed, entering the bathroom finishing my business and brushing my teeth I get back to my room and pick up the black hoodie that is oh so big for my small body and blue jeans from the chair I left it on last night since mum literary forced me to pack up my things and get them downstairs last night. Grabbing a hair tight from my bed table, I put my hair in a messy ponytail running down the stairs seeing my mum and Carita eating their breaķfast. " Morning darling, how'd you sleep?" my mother Mia asks me." Fine" I answered bitting into my apple.
My mum is a black woman with curly black hair that I've inherited and dark brown eyes that sometimes looks black and a beautiful body even thou she's in her early forties. " You ready to go back? I mean after al-" I sigh interrupting her "Ma I'm fine. I'm fine don't  stress your self. Okay?" Since that incident that took place two years ago my mum has been extra loving and protective. I love and adore her but it gets annoying sometimes." Okay well let's get going Sherly is waiting for me" Carita says getting up and running to the door in her tight shorts and high heels. I don't know how she even walks in those things but I guess she has a reputation to keep up with. My sister was always the popular one. Always the fun one with more than one guy after her. Which is understandable because she is beautiful with long straight hair and green eyes and a beautiful body that she wasn't afraid to show off.
My mum gets the car keys getting out and following her. She locks up the house and opens the car , we get in driving to the airport. My thoughts go back to the incident that took place two years ago. I still feels like it happened just yesterday. My heart still feels like its been pierced with a sharp object right in the middle. Tears sting in my eyes thinking of him ripp- " Honey we're here" my mum's voice echoes in my mind. Opening the door I get my suitcase and go through the security process ready to face what I ran away from.