Heyyyy...
Okay this is my first story, I am 16 and I'm kinda scared to do this, but hay why not.
I hope you enjoy it and sorry for any mistakes, I'm going to try my best to avoid them.
I ain't no Jane Austen though...
1:50 AM
The phone rings
" Hello, who is this?" I ask with a really raspy and irritated voice.
I mean I am NOT a morning person, especially if you disturb my sleep after studying for a test, but the voice at the other end changes my tone to a worried and sad one.
" What!" Is all I can say, before I break down into sobs at what this soft and warm voice is telling me.
My mom just died!
2:20 AM
I walk into the reception area, and the first thing I see is aunty Sally. Her and my mom worked together and I love her to bits... but her face seems like something out of a movie I'd prefer not to watch as she comes closer.
"Hey, you okay?" She asks.
"Yeah I guess." is all I can say.
I mean what do you expect me to say. Ohhhh actually no my mom just fucking died! I mean I haven't ever really had to deal with loss. Except for my loser of a dad, who skipped out on us when I was like 9, but even then it wasnt like this. No. This was diffent, this was a hollowed out feeling. There's this numbness that overcomes you and you just want to die.
"What happened?" Is all I can conjure up to say.
"A drunk driver drove her off the road." She says between sobs, and I just hug her.
"Its okay Sally, its okay..." I can't say more I just choke and start to cry, but not a faint cry. A full on sob attacks me from the side, and I can't stop it.
"Baby, you need to go sleep." Aunt Sally says between sobs, and then at these words I just lose it.
"What the fuck are you talking about! How am I supposed to go sleep!"
"My mom just died! And you tell me to sleep!"
I mean, I know I shouldn't have said it, but I did. And now she gives me this look of sympathy, making me feel like some lost, pathetic child. I can't stand it, I just can't! That's when I rush out and start to run, luckily I walked here so its no problem, but I just ran. Full on. I ran until the city was gone and I couldnt hear the noise anymore, but yet again I couldn't hear it before with my heartbeat in my ears...
×××
It's the next morning and I feel like crap. I woke up on the floor of my bathroom where I fell asleep whilst crying at 4 am. As I open my eyes to the Sunday morning sun's welcoming rays, then realisation hits me. Full force, and with no mercy. Earlier this morning my mother died. I'll never hear her laugh or hug her. I won't hear her complaints about work. Her voice... I'll even miss that...
But... I pick myself up off the tiled floors, and I begin my day with a shower( and a good cry in the shower). Just so you know. I never cry. Ever. I don't cry when I'm bullied, or when my mom is crying. I SIMPLY DONT CRY. Today though... I'm crying all day.
I am sitting at the kitchen table, awaiting the end of this nightmare. When a knock on the door interrupts my thoughts.
"Are you Alexandra Joie Le Roux?" A strange man in a suit asks me as I open the door.
" Yesssss...?" I answer with hesitance.
"And you are probably my long lost, rich uncle who's come to get me."
*silence*
"I am glad to see you have a sense of humour ma'am. " is all he says to my very sarcastic remark.
"Well strange sir, its all I have left." I answer, before he can continue.
"Do you want to come in?" I ask. And of course I step aside to let him in.
"No thank you. Your mother has passed away, and so i am here to take you to your father." I stare at him before a harsh laugh passes through my lips.
"Sir you do know that he hasn't been in our lives for quite some time?" Is all I say after my laughter ends.
"Yes, I know, but he has been found and notified of your loss, and will come to fetch you from the airport in Alaska."
"Alaska?"
"He left us for Alaska?" I think I'm more pissed at the fact that he chose to live there instead of with us in California.
"Okay, well when do we leave?" I ask bitterly.
"Right after your mother's funeral." He answers quite warmly.
"Then I hope its in forever, because I'm not going to that asshole's place!"
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Maybe I should
Roman d'amourIts fucking cold, its fucking raining and can you believe it. An old man is sitting next to me... snoring. My old man. Who is taking me to his little town in fucking nowhere. I guess it isn't his fault, he wasn't the drunk driver who killed my mom...
