"I don't know what you want Sabrina.." I breathed, seemingly breathless at the closeness of our bodies. Her minty breath fanned against my lips as her dark blue eyes studied my features carefully.
Her hand rested on my thigh as her leg moved in betw...
During high school I made sure to get the grades I needed in order to be able to do what I want without anyone stopping me, without needing to depend on anyone, especially my parents who used me to show off to their high society friends.
The walls of our house were covered in pictures of us where we looked "happy and perfect", and with awards that I'd received from countless competitions and tests. But aside from the walls in the entranceway and throughout the lower floor of the house, everything was bare. It was almost eerie how empty the house felt as soon as you walk up the stairs or enter a room.
Even my own bedroom didn't have photos and personal items because I couldn't have people asking to see my room and have it not be perfect, so I had to keep everything in drawers and in my closet. I was constantly surrounded by people, but I was always alone and I wasn't close to anyone but my best friend Faye. The only time I was spoken to was about an award I'd gotten from school or a medal from playing volleyball, and unless I was spoken to, I wasn't allowed to speak.
This made family dinners quite awkward, with my parents talking about business or gossiping, and the only time I was addressed was either to pass the salt or if the gossip was about one of my friend's parents, my own hoping I had something to add, which I never did. My parents favoured everyone over me.
I was a bit of a rebel, but I was so cautious that I had not once been caught, although, as long as everybody around us thinks we're perfect, my parents probably wouldn't care what I do. So I would constantly sleep over at Faye's house, until she moved away at the beginning of the summer.
Just in case my parents didn't approve of my decision, I worked my ass off to be top of my class in all of my classes in order to get a full-ride scholarship to the University of Virginia, which just so happens to be where I am headed right this moment. This way, with a full-ride, there's nothing that my parents can do to stop me from leaving, besides taking away my car. Thankfully they agreed that UVA was a good university so there wasn't much drama about me leaving, just fake tears, fake hugs, fake goodbyes and fake see-you-laters.
Driving with the top down, my black Audi r8 (birthday gift from my parents, gotta keep up appearances) flying down the highway, with random pop music blaring through the radio.
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Passing by the "Welcome to Charlottesville" sign, my body starts to hum, finally allowing myself to feel excited now that I'm finally here.
I'm finally free.
I don't have to be perfect, I don't have to be alone. I can finally be a kid, even though I'm legally an adult.
My phone starts to ring from the passenger seat so I put it through my car's speaker.
"Why don't I see a beautiful black car in the parking lot right now? I know there isn't any traffic because I checked the reports and it's like...4"
