Trapped

Ch.2

I wake up yawning, as I stretch my arms out. I get up and shake out my legs trying to wake up the one that's asleep. I take off my coat and hang it up in my closet. I start to open my boxes and put away my clothes in my dresser.

My boxes mainly consist of clothes but halfway through my third box there are some personal items. I pull out two pictures. One of my mom and one of my best friend and I. I place them on my window sill and head back to the box. I pull out some books and place them on a shelf in my closet. I set my phone charger, some headphones and a Bluetooth speaker next to me on the ground. Then I take out two pairs of dress shoes and place them in my closet as well. One went with my lilac colored dress I got for my 16 birthday and one matches my white and red strapless dress that my mom had. At the bottom of the box are two thick vanilla envelopes containing my life savings. I stuffed it in my top drawer under my socks.

I fold up the packing boxes and look around realizing how little things I have. It's not that we didn't have the money for new things, it's just that I hate taking my dad's money. He gives me a weekly allowance of one hundred dollars but I've been saving most of it up since I was 11. I only bought a few things through this time and my money was piling up. I had approximately 30,178 dollars saved up and I'm hoping I can move away as soon as I turn 18. 

I grab the boxes and carry them downstairs putting them with the boxes my dad had already folded. I watched my dad trudge upstairs with two heavy boxes which probably consisted of his belongings. I sighed and headed up after him. I walked into my room and grab my charger, finding an outlet next to the bed. I put my headphones and speaker in my closet on a shelf.

I walk back downstairs and outside grabbing the box that said "my toiletries", which I marked especially for me. It was the last box. I walk back inside and upstairs into the bathroom looking at it closely for the first time. It had marble counters with a black sink in the middle. There's a large mirror above the sink. The toilet is to the left of the door by a window. The floor is a pretty grey tile and the walls are a silver blue shade. The shower is large and it's walk in with white and grey stone flooring. There are small shelves to place soap and other things. To the right of the shower and the door is a closet to keep towels and extra toilet paper.

I started to unpack the box putting my toothbrush and face care products on the right side of the sink. I grab my eyeliner and mascara and put it in a drawer under the sink. I also put my paper products, brush, and makeup wipes in there as well. I grab the towels and put it in the closet. I took out a box of toothpaste putting it in the drawer and the toothbrush holder, putting my toothbrush in it. I had my other personal soap and shampoo which I put in the shower. My dad must have already unpacked in the downstairs bathroom.

I fold up the box putting it outside the door and walk back into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind me. I start to undress throwing my clothes on the ground. I wonder wear the washer and dryer are.

I look sideways in the mirror, catching a look at my tattoo on my left shoulder blade. It's small and beautifully designed with great skill. Hands are clipping the wings of a small bluebird while other birds are flying away. Only the caged bird is colored. I have a few other tattoos around my body. One is below my right collar bone. It said "Mia" in beautiful font with a white cherry blossom next to it, my mom's favorite flower. Another is on my upper left thigh on the side. It's of a small angel with breathtaking wings with the name "Casey" in cursive below it. My last tattoo is on my left side, under my arm, beside my boob. It says "We should mourn not for the dead but for those who continue to live".

I don't regret any of them. They all hold great meaning and helped me heal. My dad was fine with it and gave me permission to do it. He may never talk to me but I know he supports me. At least I hope he does and he's not just letting me do it because he doesn't care about me. Sighing I turn on the shower, tired of my useless thoughts. I wash up and make a mental note to buy a razor.

Stepping out of the shower I dry off, grabbing my clothes and wrapping the towel around myself. I walk out if the bathroom turning out the light and walk into my room closing the door behind me. I drop my clothes in the corner of a room making another mental note to buy a laundry basket and garbage can. I put on some clean underwear and socks and then pulling on some black sweatpants and a grey hoodie.

I grab my phone checking the time, 8:56am. I walk back into the bathroom and brush my slowly drying blonde hair. My hair looks like my mom's, always thick and luscious with slight waves to it. I brush my teeth quickly and apply a light layer of mascara. Walking back into my room, I go into my drawer and pull two 20s out of a vanilla envelope. I usually limit myself to 50 bucks a week but almost never end up using over 5, if I use any at all. I walk downstairs with my phone and money in my pocket, putting on my converse. I walk into the kitchen and see my dad in his suit. The reason we moved, besides for a fresh start, is because my dad's company headquarters moved five minutes away from this house. He is the owner of some important company that I should probably know the name of but don't.

He says a mumbled bye after a while and starts to walk out before looking at me and saying, "You're going to school next week Monday." Then he turns and leaves. I shout an okay after him. I sigh and look around seeing my familiar keys with a bird on the chain. Omg yes. My baby is here sooner than I thought.

I practically skipped with excitement as I grabbed them and headed for the front door.

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