Flight 240

Saying Goodbye

*Carson's point of view*

Sooo today is the day... I can't believe I've made it this far..... I'm going to for Germany for crying out loud!! It hasn't sunk in fully until now......Now I'm standing in front of the airport at 5:30 in the fucking morning -.- My mom is crying hysterically, my dad doesn't care (probably can't wait to get back to his whore of a secretary). You see, dad is this big time business man in New York. He runs a fashion company, while mom is home with the kids. I remember when I first saw my dad cheating, it's like it was yesterday....

*Flashback*

I was five years old, coming home from a great day in Kindergarten. I got out a little early so my assigned driver (Jeffrey) took me out for ice cream before heading to the place I called, 'home'. I was let out at the front door, so I ran straight to my daddy's office to show him the wondrous art I had made for him earlier that morning. I walked in and dropped everything I had in my hands..... My father, my loving daddy, had his head between some woman's chest. He tried telling me he was trying to help her get a button that fell and bribed me with an assortment of humongous toys, in which I accepted at the time. I was 5 and very happy with big toys, okay?

*End of Flashback*

Anyways, as I got older I remember thinking back on that day, learning what really happened. After I told mom she got on to me,told me I was grounded and to stop being so selfish. That part I really didn't understand... I guess denial maybe? Since then things have been disconnected between us. I'm so ready to get away from that hell hole, and freedom lyes only 10 feet in front of me. I don't have to board until 7 am but it will probably take two gosh damn hours for all the 'goodbyes' and 'farewells' from an unworthy family. I am a bit fed up them after all these years. Being the second oldest isn't fun...... At all. The only ones I truly care about is little Zander Heath (4) and Summer Faith (3). Those two are what keep me going. Missing them might be the death of me. I look at their blue eyes and blonde hair. I gather them in a huddle away from the rest and we do our 'Shake-Kiss-Pact' as they call it. Zander and Summer are close and I'm glad for that. I want them to be able to take care of each other as they get older. I would dance with them to Tainted Love, sing them lullaby's, even get them ready for the day. Hell, now that I think about it... I'm basically their mom. The one who tucks them in, gets them a warm washrag when their sick. Now.... I am abandoning them... Leaving them helpless, to a family unknown to their feelings.... To their existance..... I kiss them one more time slowly, on their little foreheads before I break my bravery in front of their soft, teary eyes. Wave a hand to the rest of the family and I'm off... Off to start a new journey of life...

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