:The big move

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Aubrey's POV

"I'll call everyday, I promise.", I give Mandy a big hug. She drove me home this morning, I won't see her again before I move so this is practically goodbye, for now though.

"Mom I'm home!", mom's in the kitchen, she did a pretty good job at packing everything into boxes, all in one night. "Did you enjoy yourself Butterfly?", "You know mom you're going to have to stop calling me that. I'm almost 18 years old", my mom laughs and pulls me into a hug, "You could be forty and I'll still call you my little butterfly", I smile at that thought.

Mom says I'm a miracle baby, the doctors had told her when she was in her 20s that she won't have any children, this devistated her but miraculously I came into the picture. I'm an only child obviously, sometimes it's lonely and I just wonder what it's like to have siblings.

"So butterfly, I've done most of the packing and I'll finish up while you're at therapy. The moving trucks are going to be here by noon. And we're going to start driving at about 4pm.", I'm not really listening to mom speak but I hear the part about therapy. I honestly thought I was done with that for now until we settled into our new place, but apparently not.

"I'm going to shower mom. Then we can go to Dr Nolan", I make my way upstairs and get ready to go to therapy. Once I'm done I walk to the car and wait for mom to take me to Dr Nolan. Once we get there I kiss my mom goodbye and she tells me she'll come pick me up in an hour.

I walk inside to the receptionist.
"Hello Aubrey, how you doing today honey? Dr Nolan is still busy with a client so if you can wait in the waiting room that would be splendid", she always speaks in such a hyper happy voice, always perky. I make my way to the perfectly lush chairs in the waiting room and sit. The air is so sterile, the walls are a light shade of cream leaning towards beige. All the chairs are spotless and white, all seated on a fluffy black rug. This office is on the 6th floor but the windows are spotless as if they're cleaned everyday.
"Aubrey, Dr Nolan is ready for you", I snap out of my trance and look at the receptionist in front of me. She's wearing a tight pencil skirt with a beautifully ruffled blouse. She doesn't have a single crease on her clothing, I wonder how she does that. I get up and make my way to the therapy room. This room is abit different, the walls are a light lavender color with a small couch near the wall sized window. I take a seat on the coach and wait for Dr Nolan to finish writing notes at his desk.
"Sorry about that Aubrey, I was just making final notes. So this is our last meeting together. You've made so much progress from the accident. You're more at ease now.", he walks towards me and takes a seat in the chair in front of me.
" So how are you feeling about the move and just everything that's happening", I stretch out on the couch and look to the ceiling.
"Well I'm pretty excited for the change, maybe it'll help us move on better. Personally I don't want to leave Mandy but she promised to come visit often. I'm scared about being the new girl and of course not knowing anyone there, but I'm sure I'll make new friends. I'm worried about mom, she misses dad a lot I can tell. She also feels guilty about me finding him.", of course Dr Nolan writes things down on his note pad while I speak. I really wish I could read what he's writing.
"You sound like you have a handle over your emotions, your experiences no longer have a hold over you. That's good news Aubrey. It means you are healing. Do not worry about your mother, she is doing well too even though you might not see it, much better than before. You are both very tough cookies", I smile at being a tough cookie. I'm proud of my mom and I, how far we've gotten, the things we've been through but coming back on top. Dr Nolan and I talk a little more until my time is up.
"Well I wish you the best of luck and a victorious win in this battle. You're almost there, all you have to focus on is getting better and living a life that is as normal as possible. Don't be scared, you're capable of anything if you put your mind to it.", I give Dr Nolan a hug, he's helped me a lot in my journey. Without him I wouldn't be where I am today.
"Oh and before you leave, I've transferred your files and your moms to a trusted friend over on that side in New Jersey. You have to continue your sessions, atleast once a month for now. I'll speak to your mom on the phone to explain everything. Safe trip.", I wave goodbye and walk towards the door. I wave at the receptionist on my way out and take the lift downstairs. When I step out, it's a little more chillier than it was when I came in. I wrap myself tightly with the cardigan I am now happy I decided to wear. I see my mom at the parking lot and walk towards the car. With a smile I get in and look at my mom, "I'm ready mom, I really am.", my mom looks at me and I see tears start to form in her eyes. I hate it when we get emotional, it's always hard to see my mom cry.
"I know my baby, I'm ready too, we're going to be better and we're going to get through this completely. I know we are.", she sniffs and wipes the tears from her eyes, "okay no more being emotional. I've finished packing. I've even packed the stuff in your room and don't worry I've labeled everything accordingly and you won't have any trouble finding your things when we get to the new house. You're going to love it butterfly, it's right by the beach and it's peaceful. Our backyard is practically the beach and I know you're going to love it. I love you.", with that she kisses my forehead and we make our way home.
Once we're home, I see the moving trucks already parked outside waiting for us. My mom parks the car in the driveway and opens the doors and the men move into the house carrying boxes and boxes of things out in a single file, others helping each other carry out the furniture.

I walk upstairs and take a long look at the now empty walls of my room that were once filled with arts and crafts, pictures of Mandy and I and a portrait of my family. The sun shines brightly through the now curtain less windows and all the memeories I've made in this room flash through my head in one quick movie causing me to smile. My smile fades as I once remember building forts with my dad in this very room, him reading me bedtime stories and laughing with me well past my bedtime. I hadn't realized a tear fell down my cheek in the midst of my walk through memory lane. I wipe it away and round up the last of my things and make my way downstairs. They look like they're almost done packing everything away in the trucks and I look at the time, it's almost 3.30pm and I walk to the car and settle myself. Mom is outside speaking to the men and they get into their trucks and start moving away.

The weather looks even gloomier now and I think it's going to start raining soon. Mom gets in next to me and we pull off. I take one last glance at the place that's been my home for the past 18 years. I'm going to miss it but it brings more pain than it does joy to my life.

My thought briefly jump to Mandy and I take out my phone and text her.

"Hey Mandy, we're all done packing and ready to start our trip to New Jersey. I can't wait for you to come visit as soon as we get settled. I'll video call you later when we've arrived and show you the new place. I love you Mands. Till later."

Xoxo
Aubs

I hear the rain start to fall, it's falling quite hard actually. The radio is playing softly in the background and I look at my mom and smile. I look out the window and see the trees wisk away as we pass them. The scenery looks less city like and more country like, making me wonder if where we going is actually country like. The quiet is actually going to be good for me, I'm tired of the hustle and bustle of the city and I am ready for much needed peace and tranquillity.

I look out the window and watch the rain drops fall from the top of the window and follow them as they roll down to the bottom. I do this time and time again until I feel the soothing sound of the rain carry me away. First I resist but then close my eyes and allow myself to float away with the sound of the rain.

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