Chick Down The Street

Chapter 4

A/N : Sorry that it's a short chapter I'm gonna make up to you guys by putting Trevor POV on the next! Now off I go, bubyeee

Ameera POV

"That's the last one right?" My mom look up to me with her glassy greyish eyes, the one that quite simillar like my own. Worries clearly flashes on her eyes before I nod putting the last cardboard box down on the dark plywood floor that take every last inch of this apartment, my apartment.

"Yup, that's all mom thankyou for all the help. You could leave me doing the rest." I said hugging her awkwardly patting her on the back, but before I could pull away she once again going berserk hugging the breath out of me.

"I love you so much honey, I really do. I hope you the best college years of all," She pulled away as she wipe the small beads of tears running of her eyes. I think she's trying to hold them in, just for the sake of her heavy, much effort eye makeup. "Just know you'll always will be my little girl right?"

I smile weakly, sadly almost. She's right, no matter how much disagreement we had in the past. No matter how much we use to fought over the smallest thing, they all doesn't seem to matter, not anymore. My mother, even if she's not there most of the time for me, she's always there the time I needed her. All the warm memory of our times together start coming back to me, bringing me to the brim of breaking down right at this moment.

Even when I'm not the most cooperative, even if I'm being difficult with her she still stay to comfort me, to help me figure out a way out of my own mess. To pull me back to the ground and not letting me gave up on myself. Like what I remember just earlier this morning.

I was refusing to enter the dorm room that I was suppose to stay in for the rest of my college years. I was franticly crying having a full on panic attack while clenching my stomach holding the disgust that threatening to come out of my throath.

I was angry, devastated trying to detach the image from my mind completely but I'm failing miserably. Everything is blurry around me as my mom screams at the guy that used to love me, that used to be my everything. But now, I can't even heard what she said anymore, nor wanting to know.

My throath is dry and I clearly want to passed out right in the middle of the small butt dorm, I grab my mother arm, begging, pleading with my eyes to get us out of there. And she did just that after beating my ex boyfriend black and blue, she quickly drove us to the nearest diner.

I can't believe what I just saw. Its like seeing the ghost of the past. The image of my ex-boyfriend Sami Jar- I can't even think about his name without wanting to threw my guts out. I'm so angry at him my anger is unbearable, gulping me from the inside burning my stomach to ashes. But I can't believe even after seeing him humping my soon-to-be roommate, well not anymore anyway I won't even breathe the air inside those curse room ever again. Let alone staying there for the rest of my college years.

I eyed my mom, she's putting a glass of cold water infront of my eyes but I don't even dare to touch it, afraid that I would only spit it out even after one sip. That would be a waste of innocent water.

"I don't want to go back mom." My voice is as meek as a lamb, I don't even sound like myself anymore.

She nodded squeezing my hand softly, I knew clearly what look she's giving me. Pity. "Of course for now you still can stay at home honey you could go-"

"mom!" I'm raising my voice at her, and miraculously she didn't scolded me for it. "I don't want to go back, ever." The last part come out more like a whisper even to me.

She hesitate, but in the end obliged, I knew she want to push it, but at least I'm relieved she want to hold it in for me. "Of course honey, of course."