Her soul

Chapter 1

It's drizzling quietly as I stand outside the seemingly warm and normal home. Duffel bag in one hand and keys to my old barely alive car in the other. If anyone drove by they would have no idea how loud and disruptive this house had been only moments earlier. When my Father had finally decided to kick me out of the house.

Today marks the horror of my 18th birthday and it has been a long time coming. My Father had never liked me, I had always been the least favorite child. Not that there were many children to pick from, it was just my dad, my sister and I living in this empty feeling house. For every ounce that my father hated me, he loved my sister, Keiyle, the same amount. I never resented her for it, after all how can you blame a 9 year old. Plus she loved me just as much as my father hated me. Her love was more than enough for me to ignore my Father's disinterest. Well, it had been enough. Now my father was kicking me to the curb making it unlikely that I would ever see her again.

My father had started the morning of my most memorable birthday by practically knocking my door off of its hinges at six am and announcing "start packing, I want you gone in two hours." I could barely comprehend him, still reeling from the bang my door had made.

"What? Can you repeat yourself please Father." I was only ever allowed to call him Father, he would get angry at me as a child if I ever tried to call him dad or daddy. You learn fast after a few beatings.

"You heard me, get up and pack. You leave in two hours regardless of whether or not you have all of your junk." 

I didn't even respond to him, I just silently nodded and scooted off my bed. He snorted and mumbled something incoherent as he left, probably something less than nice about me.

Most people would probably react more violently to being kicked out of their home. But if you, like me, had been told for as long as you could remember that your father couldn't wait until he could no longer be held legally responsible for you and kick you out? You would probably be resigned too. And for that very reason I already had a bag packed, I just had to add the few clothes left in my closet.

As I grabbed my last meager possessions from my closet, I noticed something hidden in the back. A little stuffed bunny that's barely recognizable. It's so dirty and tattered that I could barely even tell what it's original shape had been. After further inspection I realized it had been my most prized possession as a little kid. It must've been so tattered because I refused to go anywhere without it. Poor bunny, at least it had been loved. I grabbed it, and then threw the rest of my clothes in the duffel bag and zipped it up. I laughed and thought about how I should host a show, "how to pack in ten minutes or less before getting kicked to the curb".

Now that I had all my stuff, I laid down in front of my bed and felt around under it until I found what I needed. Stuffing my fingers under the loose floorboard I was looking for I pryed it out of the ground. I then reach into the hole and grab all the cash hidden in it, as well as my passport and a picture of me and Keiyle a few years back. I had to hide the cash because any money my Father found he took as "rent". Even as a kid any money I found, even if it was a penny off the ground, he would take from me. I learned young to hide anything important to me before my Father could find it.

With my bag packed, there was just one thing left to do. I left my room and headed to Keiyle's just down the hall. I quietly opened the door and dropped the duffel bag by her bed before kneeling. I shook her gently, "Hey Key, can you wake up for a second sweety".

She groaned "Go away. Im sleeeeeepyyyyy"

It made me chuckle, Keiyle had always been dramatic. I get more serious, "Keiyle it's important". She wakes up to this, I almost never use her full name.