After the Storm

Chapter 3:

Waking up in the morning was probably the best part of the day because today I couldn't wait to get to school. I got ready in less than a half hour. A simple pair of dark blue skinny jean, and a black label tank top with my converses. I did my morning routine, brushing my teeth, washing my face and just putting my hair up in ponytail. I grabbed my bags that I packed last night and left them by the door.

I made my way out the door and down the steps. I stopped when I was close to the bottom, all I could see was my living room. My house was a ghost town. How could something so beautiful make you feel alone? The white walls with just the right amount of pictures to set off the feel of serenity. Beach framed pictures, the sun setting and little knick- knacks of bowls of pearls on the glass tables beside each sofa. To me, serenity was the only thing I didn't feel.  

The observation of the living room ended when my dad's voice came into hearing rage. 

"Mirror. I'm glad you haven't left yet. I need to talk to you." My dads voice sent a tingling sensation through my face. My cheek flared with burning heat. Turning my head around and seeing his face almost made me sick to my stomach.

"Yeap I'm still here but I'm getting my stuff, no time for conversation." I muttered.

Taking a step off of the stairs, I felt a cold hand on my bare shoulder. My tank top seemed perfect for the September weather but I regretted wearing it now.

"Oh okay. I guess we will talk later than when you come ho.." My dad's phone rang and I took that time to walk past him.

"Yea dad its okay take the call it's probably more important. "

Mr. Rose removed the phone from his ear. I could sense that he was watching me from the corner of his eye. "Mirror we will talk when you come home. I promise."

"I wouldn't promise something if your track record isn't clean, " I muttered dropping my bags to the floor. One bag was unaccounted for, which was the one I used this morning. My toiletries. I walked up the stairs, my dad left the living room and disappeared around the corner.

Once again my living room was empty, no trace of my father anywhere and I wasn't surprised. I hung my floral bag from my shoulder and walked to my other bags by the door. In the mornings my father spent half of his time in his office but today I wasn't to lucky.  

Mr. Rose turned the corner that leads from the dining room and his face was filled with all types of confusion when he saw my bags.

"Uh Mirror what are you doing sweetheart? " He started to close the distance between us.

Wow 'sweetheart ' that was original. But I didn't give in to his phony act. Whenever he was able to see me in the morning, the only words he would say was not with his mouth but his eyes. And honestly, I never stared long enough to actually have a chance to read them.

"What does it look like. I'm leaving. Remember boarding school."

"That isn't until Sunday."

I put my hands to my head and started to rub at my temples. I was hoping he wouldn't care and just let me be.  

"Dad please don't do this. Im talking to Principal Flatt to see if I can leave today, I'll pay for my own ticket if I have too." Although my father wasn't around, he always had a card to use in case of emergencies and I think this may be one.

"Mirror look if this is about last night I'm sorry for what I did. It will never happen again. I'll change things I swear." Mr. Rose brought his hands together to giving meaning to his words.