I Can't Take It Anymore

8. Continued...

The sunshine poured through my window as my eyes opened to the beginning of a new day. Yesterday is still replaying through my head. I'm choosing to let everything that mom said go, because I can only believe that she didn't mean it. I totally forgot how much she struggles when it comes to donor. He's like her own weakness.

My door being cracked open, snapping me out of my thoughts. Mom came into my room with bags by her side. Still trying to adjust my eyes I notice mom fully dressed in sweat pants and a plain white short. I don't know how she managed to put her hair in a ponytail with sliced hands, but she did. Feeling my bed dip I knew mom sat down beside me. I'm choosing to not speak first because I truly have nothing else to say to her. I know she's only here to talk about her and her husband. I'm not giving her anymore of my time but clearly she doesn't care.

"I know that you're up. I saw you opening your eyes from the door," she mumbled.

To me kind of sounds likes a weirdo, but I guess that's what parents are known for. I know I'm probably wrong for not acknowledging her but how can she expect me to. Did she forgot her words from yesterday?

"You don't have to talk because I understood if you're upset about last night. I said some hurtful things so I apologize. I used my frustrations with your father against you and for that I'm so sorry, Kai." Mom said playing with the bandage on her hand.

I forgive mom because I know how she gets when it comes to him. She becomes blinded to only him.

"I really come in here to tell you to start packing. After you left I thought back to what you said and looked for some places. I don't know how we'll get by with my salary but we leave in a hour, so get up. I'm trying to be gone before your dad comes back." Mom wiped her now existent tears.

"I'm so tired of crying over a man that can't give a crap about how anyone feels. I know he's hateful and he uses his anger as a way for a cry for help, so I'm sure his words from last night weren't him. Most likely it was the bottle talking and not actually him. I'm not saying that it excuses his behavior because it doesn't but that's neither here nor there. Start packing I'll tell you more about the apartment and be ready by eight," she said leaving out, leaving me puzzled.

Quickly, I rose from my bed deciding to do my morning routine. Taking my moms outfit choice into consideration, I grabbed a pair of Nike sweatpants with a matching hoodie. My hair is still of course a mess. I'm making a promise to myself to actually do my hair after this all blows over. Your girl needs a day to herself. The only thing I can do is style it into a messy bun and go on about my day. After doing all of my usual's, I began to look around my room to see what I should take. Sort of feels like Deja vu, since we literally just moved.

Right now its 7:15, so I don't have much more time. It's way too early for all of this. Yes I am a morning person but it's too early to be packing. Lately whenever I've been doing something, I've been listening to music as motivation. Plugging my new rose gold headphones into my phone I played my favorite song Bright  by Kehlani. Mainly because I relate to it so much and her music is just a mood. After I put some songs on repeat, I got straight to work. My packing journey was too easy. Since the time it's now 7:50, I guess I'll head downstairs to meet mom.

In the car:

Finally the car is all packed up to capacity. How? I don't understand how it's packed, since we mainly packed clothes but I guess we do have a full wardrobe.

"So, you ready to start a new chapter in your life?" asked mom, while she drove out the driveway getting further away from the house.

We're barely moving even though it's still morning everyone is out trying to get to work. Thinking about mom's question I could only sigh. This doesn't seem like a new chapter in my life. I consider it a reoccurring cycle.

"As ready as I'll ever be." I said sarcastically nodding my head to the music in my ear.

"I know when you're being sarcastic, so don't start. I didn't want to leave either but unfortunately we had to. Hopefully since the bad is already over with, it can be just like everyone says, 'To every good chapter something bad happens and that just makes a better ending.' There might be some truth to that. Who knows?"

She's right but how many new chapters are there going to be until we get a happy ending. The rest of the drive was quiet, since I turned my slow music up and closed my eyes taking a nap. Why not get a nap in, before something else happens?