Siblings

Savanna

Part- Lost count- return of shitty parents. I pull out my phone and text Ryan, my boyfriend, that we can’t hang out tonight, cause I’ll be under tight observation from the religious nuns at the house. Also I’m really not religious neither is my family, but the only holding place for children near here is the religious freak house.
    Roughly ten minutes later I’m sitting behind Mary in a minivan heading towards our house to pack. Chase is playing his weird music on his phone without headphones, and we are dancing along speeding down the highway. I’m texting Ryan what happened with my parents
-do you want me to break you out-
-na then you will go to hell-
-already going there-
-same- I respond, then put my phone away. I stare out the window at the autumn afternoon. The wind rushing in my face with all the windows slightly down. With my warm black volleyball sweatshirt on and plan black leggings on to keep me warm. Chase starting playing Candy Paint by post monleone. I start to sing along with all the words with my siblings we all know the song from heart. I sing as the world fades away. I forget that I have shitty parents, all the abuse, everything but my siblings and me in the car. I pull out my phone and I missed three text. One is from my best friend, Miley, one from Ryan, the last one is the volleyball team. We have practice from 3:30-5:30 PM. Miley and Ryan are just checking up on me. We arrive at home, and if you look at the house you would think we are just a normal family. I lived at this house since I was born. It's a three story house with a completed basement. Its modern and a garden outside. The exterior is a gray paint with a white trim. We walk inside into the entrance hall. It has the stairs on the left, the hallway to the kitchen to the right. The family room to the left and the living room to the right.