wonderlani

Chapter 7

(This chapter has mentions of mental illness, sexual abuse, and a passive drug reference. Please proceed with caution.)

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I miss the days of "Nicole's chocolate fondue curls". I wished I had Skye's hair or even her head for that matter. I laughed to myself as I made a hard right off the highway, almost forcing a car off the road. Almost. Poop.

Harriet Elizabeth St. Claire. Such a goddess.

Sixteen years old born in Brooklyn, New York. Like ew! The city!

Moved to Manchester when she was six. Yay! She came to rescue me! 

Plans to go to Oxford in the fall to study music therapy as an alternative to managing mental illnesses. She's so smart, I can't wait to marry her.

Suffers from severe anxiety and agoraphobia. She's only sixteen; she'll get over it.

But she has that... One Thing. Haha! Crack myself up! Did you get the joke? I thought the joke was extremely funny!

"Turn right, then make the next left turn," My GPS yelped into my car aggressively. I gripped my hands tight on the steering wheel and sighed to myself, rolling my neck from side to side as I followed the directions.

Did I remember to turn off the stove? I think I did.

I took a deep breathe, "Okay. I'm going to go in there, tell her about boot camp and ask her out. No balls, no bullshit," I rambled to myself as I blinked fast. I groaned to myself, my head laid back against the headrest.

Crap. Ashley is going to take away my baby-she can't take my baby! Oh, wait I don't have a baby.

"Okay Nic, you got this. You're a bad bitch," I breathed, then I screamed, "Woo!" as I laughed. I huffed while my hand smacked down against my knee. I breathed and approached the street that she told me; my shoulders jerked to the left. My neck followed.

It's kind of like the street from Full House, but more from Family Matters. A lot of people but little space between.

"Lot of people, little space," I nodded with a small grin. I took a deep breath then sighed. My shoulders jerked to the right, my teeth chattered.

Okay, Nicole. Just Focus.

I parked my Jeep right in front of the two-story stone home: metal navy roof, a princess window in the front, and a chocolate front door with a very pretty light pink wreath hanging on the door. The stairs are made of stone, the lawn looked really incredible.

Why am I here again? Oh! Give Harri the boot camp stuff.

I jumped out of my Jeep and slammed my feet on the ground; I groaned and adjusted myself. I swallowed and turned around to face the house.

Wait, whose house is this again? This doesn't look like Ashley's house. Why is Ashley living here now?

"Okay," I breathed out deeply, "Here we go." I walked across the Jeep and jumped on the stairs. I raced across the grass and down the stone path. I hopped up the three stairs and stopped in front of the door. I took a small step back, my hands settled in my pockets.

I cleared my throat, eyebrows furrowed as I listened to the screaming from behind.

"Florida I'm going to kill you!" I heard Harri's voice screamed.