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Chapter 3

I probably looked a bit silly for going on a swing at a park meant for sweaty teens with no idea about what the world has in store.
At this point, I don't care, it's late in the evening now and all I want to do is stay here, with the wind blowing against my face as I push my body off the ground, swinging up in to the air and relishing in this freedom called being risky and being able to be independent to start our journey but as they say all good things come to an end.

Checking the time on my phone I dismiss the missed calls from my mum and dad, not caring about what goes on at home. I won't let them ruin my time here, at least not for now but I know I have to start heading to my house soon, to give my parents some sort of relief from their missing daughter so I get off the swing, missing the rush of air gliding across my delicate skin.

Shaking my head, I remind myself how much of a disappointment I am to my parents. Their reputations. My reputation. Hell, I'm a disappointment to everyone apparently. With that thought in my mind I start off to another unwanted journey home.

As I'm walking to the driveway, I hear voices coming from inside my house.
"She's never been gone this long before!" My dad.
"Do you know where she could've gone?" Rhydian's mum.

I walk up to my house and walk in, the door unlocked. All the commotion stops as they turn to realise that I'm here. Yep they were definitely talking about me.

I look around with everyone- my family and Rhydian's- staring at me. I give them a tight lipped smile before trying to head upstairs for some attempt of isolation from my family. Keyword tried.

"Where do you think you're going?" My father's voice boomed behind me. I sigh and laugh out of disbelief; they know exactly why I don't want to be seen with them.
"Getting my stuff and leaving" I voice out, not caring about whoever's listening, "like you told me earlier, remember?" Not giving him a chance to speak I go and do what I said, not leaving any room for discussion.

Thundering footsteps let me know that my father and probably the others were on the way to my room, following me.
"Where are you going? On the streets?"
"Friends house" I reply keeping it short.
"Boy or girl?"
There it goes again. It's stupid. He's the one who told me to get out for saying that I can go to any college as there're all mixed.

"Does it matter?"
"We care about you-"
"No. The people who care about me are the ones letting me stay at their house no matter what. The ones who listen to me and don't neglect me. The ones who stand up for what I believe in. The ones who trust me and let me have freedom. The ones whom I care about and know that they'd never do anything to hurt me intentionally."

With that, all you could hear was everyone's breathing. The thick fog of tension thickened and was now suffocating so I pushed past everyone and went further down my street so that Hunter could pick me up and take me to his house.

I got out. I got out from my parent's hold and now I'm free.

An: hey so I wanna know if people are reading this or not do just let me know. And give me ways to improve. I really want to improve the structure of my story and how I set it out. Ty if you are reading this x