Road trip to Nowhere

Chapter 2: The Plan

Andy's Pov

Andykins. I sit on my bed, grasping the piece of quilt in my hand. My thumb rubbing across the different textures of the fabric. I feel the bumps of where my mother sewed the thread. I look at the piece itself and see where she made a little note for me by hand. To my little Andykins, love momma. That was the name she'd call me, I remember when I was smaller, I'd tell her to call me by my real name or by D, the nickname my friends gave me in middle school, but it was always Andykins with her. Andykins. The last word that ever left her lips, Andykins.

My phone interrupts my thoughts with a buzz.

Mariposa: I'm in

Me: Are you sure?

Mariposa is typing...

Mariposa: Yes

Carrie: Well its settled then

Amber: All right let's do this!

Mariposa: So when are we meeting up? And where?

Andy: Grocery Mart

Carrie: Sounds Good

Mariposa: Nope too crowded next idea

Amber: wdym too crowded?

Mariposa: If we're running away we have to have the least amount of contact with anyone else we can

Carrie: that makes us suspicious

Andy: no she has a point more people, more witnesses

Mariposa: more attention

Mariposa: so do you have a place that only we will know about?

Andy: Yeah i do

Mariposa: great send us the address

Andy: okay :)

I don't know why, but when Mari asked for a place we could go, the first thing that came to my mind was my old playhouse in my grandpa's backyard. My grandpa's place is abandoned now, since he moved after Mom died, the house is all old and moldy, like something out of a horror film, but to me it'll always be my grandpa's place.

I pack up everything I think I'll need in my old school backpack. I won't be needing homework where I'm going. I grab a black sweater and put it on. I walk out my room and try to get past the living hoping my dad's already asleep.

"Hey, you!" He yells at me. I cringe when I hear his voice, it's his words are slurred. He sounds drunk. He is drunk.

"I have a name Dad." I say turning around.

"Don't get smart with me kid or I'll make you wish you weren't able to talk"

"Don't you think you did enough to me last night?"

He runs up toward me and gets in my face. "I sure as hell will do it again, don't act like you're a man" his breath smells like beer. "You'll never grow up, huh Andykins?"

Suddenly that rage from earlier struck me again, I started seeing red and pushed my dad hard. He's on the floor across the room staring at me with wide eyes. I walk up to him and crouch to his level, I grab him by his shirt collar and lift him up so we're face to face.

"Don't you ever call me that again. DO YOU HEAR ME? And don't try to tell me about being a man, because a real man would take care of his kid." I raise my fist and I punch him in the face.