The Difference Between Vulnerability And Desolation Is Fear | Aphmau AU

Eleven/Seventeen

The 3rd of May, Thursday, 2018.

I whimpered when Melissa decided to grab my arm and drag me off the bed. I let her since I was so tired and landed with a thump on the floor. "Get up and pack your things. We're leaving in two hours." She kicked my side then walked out.
   I groaned and got up, flicking off the door since I didn't want to get really mad and become uncontrollable. I did it a month ago when she called Aphmau stupid and almost killed her. I got my suitcase from my closet, one with our family crest my dad had especially made. My dad and I had the same one (and two each), but his were slightly bigger. My mom and Melissa had three each that were pink with a white version of the crest on it.
   I put the suitcases on my bed and put all of my clothes in them, then a few other things I'd need. I zipped them up and carried them both downstairs, then put them by the door. We had our own jet that could hold all our stuff and even more so it was never an issue. We were going for three months so we needed a lot of stuff. 
   "Aaron!" Mom called from the kitchen.
   I walked over and saw her emptying the fridge. For the past week we'd been packing stuff since the house was being sold next Thursday, and we were all going back to our old homes after vacation. I walked over smiled. "Yeah?"
   "Can you take over? I didn't get to finish packing."
   I nod. "Ok."
   "Great! Anything that will be in date for a month after we get back goes into a box, and anything else goes into the trash. If you're hungry then eat away at anything that will spoil soon or if you want to take any on the plane since it’s a long journey, go ahead."
   I smile and nod again.
   "Thank you!" She ran past and upstairs.
   I swiftly checked expiry dates, grabbed a slice of cake leftover from a week ago and ate it while I did it. When it was all done, we had 30 minutes. Not that it really mattered. The plane left whenever we wanted, but my mom is a schedule freak.
   Dad walked over. "Oh, well done. Can you help me move your bedroom stuff down here? That's all that is left."
   I nod and run with him up there. We were moving everything downstairs because the butler was moving it to a storage unit (or actually 5 different ones to be exact) the following day, and we didn't want him to have too much work.
   We finished just on time, and the taxi arrived to pick us up. It was a van so everything fit inside and we still had extra seats, giving us all more room.
   Five hours later we were on the plane and were allowed to walk around.
   "Finally. You think I can shower? My hair is all messed up from the wind."
   Dad rolled his eyes. "Sure. If you don't mind water going everywhere."
   She shrugged and got up, walking into the bathroom. "Fine with me." Yes. It had a bathroom with a shower for in case we were tied over for a storm and had to land for a while. It also had a mini kitchen with a stocked fridge.
   I walked to the bedroom because it was the only other separate room and I could be alone. It was only two bunks and a desk with a chair, but I didn't complain. I sat on the bunk I had always used and curled into a ball, rocking. I was doing it far too often now. I did it when I was scared or depressed because it made me dizzy and sent me off into another world.
   Dad walked in after a few hours. "You ok? You've been in here for ages."
   "I just want to be alone." I mumble. I didn't. I wanted to be cuddled and cradled like a 5 year-old, but most importantly I wanted Aphmau here with me to calm me down like she always had. Yet, I still had to wait another few days.
   "Are you sure?"
   I shook my head.
   He nods and walks into the hall and motions to my mom to wait a while and then walked in and shut the door, sitting on the bunk with me. He wrapped his arms around me and held me close, somehow able to read my mind. I clutched him like a needy child and cried into his chest. Not once did he stop me or roll his eyes, he kept holding me and trying to comfort me. Nobody really cares that I stopped acting like an adult apart from Melissa, because they understood it was hard for me to act strong 24/7 when I felt like I was going crazy.