Attractive Idiot [NaNoWriMo]

22

Alexia’s POV

All that pent up rage turned into confusion. 

“What?” I blubbered. 

“You heard me. You turned eighteen a couple months ago, making you a legal adult. Now get. Out. Of. My. House,” she repeated, enunciating each word. 

The confusion transformed into a flurry of emotions, one that left me paralyzed standing by the door. 

“But… why?” I managed to mutter, even though I knew exactly why. 

Giving me one last hard look, her arms remained folded as she said, “Be out within the hour.” Then she walked off, leaving me staring after her. 

“I-I can’t believe she did that,” I sputtered, breaking down. Where am I supposed to go? What am I supposed to do? How much could I possibly take with me? What do I even need? “Am I supposed to live on the streets?” I wondered aloud, trying to wrap my mind around everything. 

On one hand, I wanted to beg for my mother’s forgiveness to let me stay in the house. But I knew that road would only lead to more misery, and it would be hell for me. 

On the other hand, I actually leave. Maybe I could stay with a friend for a while. My journey as being truly independent would begin. 

My mind made up, I trudged up to my room, soaking in as much of the house as I could. I knew for a fact that I would miss it all; from the cream carpets to the beige walls and white ceilings. 

I passed the kitchen, and happened to sneak a glance in, where I saw my dad sitting at the table, staring at a book. 

He had heard the entire thing, I was sure of it. There was no way he couldn’t have. 

A rush of anger flooded me at the thought of him not doing anything about it, and I desperately wanted to confront him for not helping me. I was his only daughter, and he was allowing his wife to kick  me out. 

I stood in the doorway, debating whether or not to talk to him, for about two minutes, and he never once turned the page of the book. Just proving that I was right; he had heard us. Yet did nothing. 

That’s what had me thinking that maybe I was better off leaving this place of selfish cowards, and so I continued on my way to the stairs.

I ran my hand along the wooden railing of the stairs, trying to memorize all the intricate patterns on the wood. 

Once in my room, I grabbed two duffel bags and took out all the clothes I thought I’d need. Which meant most of my closet, leaving behind most of my formal clothing. I doubt I would need it anyways. 

I also left some space for my laptop as well as toiletries.

After about twenty minutes, both bags were full, and I was ready to go. But I still hadn’t figured out where to go. 

Chewing on my bottom lip, I decided to scroll through my contacts, seeing if there was anyone I thought might be able to take me in for a little, until I had enough to afford a cheap room in a motel or went to live at the college dorms. 

My finger hovered over the name Colin Hottle for a while, my mind going back and forth. 

Then I shook my head, deciding that I wouldn’t call him. He would be a last resort; things were too awkward between us. 

My eyes widened as they landed on the perfect solution: Ashley. 

I immediately pressed the call button, pressing the phone to my ear as I listened to the dial tone. It took four rings before she picked up.