Disowned

Welp... I knew it was gonna happen eventually

             Well... here I am... at the end of the driveway. as I take one more look behind me and just stare at the place I once called home. the trek down the terribly long driveway hurt me so much couldn't bare it. but I couldn't, no, wouldn't let the tears fall, for I had to be strong... think happy thoughts! at least it's not raining I said to my self. *CRAck*  well... this doesn't seem to be such a good start. and I don't think there's any way for me to get out of this one, or beg, or bribe, or cry... because crying is not gonna help the situation we're in. why can't my parents just accept who I am and who I want to be? "I just want to do what I want and be my own human and not some stupid prodigy!" I yelled at the sky. it felt almost as if the sky was crying with me but we both know that isn't true, but just let me think that brain, just let me have this one thing. taking a deep breath and puffing out my chest with my duffle bag and backpack in hand. I continue walking down the road to the nearest town.

                 I look around at my surroundings. Everything seems so... happy in the rain. and I can't help but wonder why. why I can't be happy? Yea I live in a big house with lots of money and parents. I should feel grateful and lucky, but at the moment I can feel neither. The one thing that I seem to process better than my dad ever will, is that money can't buy you emotions, not love, not happiness, not satisfaction, all you can really do with it is show it off as a sign of power or spend it on most useless items. So I vow to never be like that. not like my uncaring mother and father who only had me as a status symbol, to continue the great Aurora legacy.

                  I look more closely around at my surroundings again. Watching things be happy and proud. I watch as the birds shove their baby out of the nest with ease, caution, and gentleness that I would never be able to poses. I watch as squirrels run for cover in their little homes to snuggle up and get warm. I watch as the water slowly falls into big puddles. As I pick up the comforting smell and sound of the rain. I close my eyes and take a deep breath it seems to have calmed me down for a little while.

                 I keep trekking through the cold pelting rain as I look up at the dark sky as the clouds clear away and I look up at the stars and moon. and it's then that I find the strength and march my way down the middle of the orange line out the road and gain confidence like the stars and the moon have. I just continue with ease and patients because I know I can make it to the next town by morning. I take out my phone, 2:34 am, yep ill make it.

            I get to a bench as  I look at my phone, 5:46 am yep I made it. As I look out over the small town where Kraig sometimes liked to take me with him to get groceries or when mom took me when was still young to get cake supplies and bake a cake for my birthday. I look at the sky again, at the sun peeking through the small city skyline with bright oranges, pinks, and purples. I look back down at the now rising town watching with slight amusement as I take in everything that happened the past 6 hours. I pull out my phone again to look for hotels to stay at so I could count what little money I could steal from the safe before I left. as well as look at what random-ass cloths I took from my drawers and find a good and cheap route to the city. I listen, watch, and think about how this is my life now. disowned and alone but free to be my own person and do whatever in the hell I want. I can finally have the life I want, yea ill be starting from scratch but, it's totally worth it though.

(12 hours ago)

Smack! the sound echoed through the room as I take to pain given to me as I watch my mother flinch. watching me with disappointment and ultimate pitty. I didn't want her pity I never did nor did I care for it in the first place. pity is for those who are looking for attention to their weakness. and I refuse to accept that said weakness.

" How dare you." my father said with a near of disgust and ultimate disappointment.

" why can't you be more like your brothers? Jonas has already received his doctors degree and what have you done?"

"Nothing..." the word I have repeated. the word that represents my failure. saying the word only knowing it would give my father satisfaction on the fact I know of my failure. I like to keep it that way. 

" your a disgrace... you're a disgrace to your name..." my father sneered "I have decided that I have to place for you in this family I refuse to allow you to use our honorable last name disgrace it with your idiocy." 

" Jim what are you saying?" my mother asks cautiously.

" I'm doing what should have been done the day she was born. I'm disowning her." The way he said it...  the way he made it sound like it was set in stone and there was no changing it. no way of convincing I could do better. no. more. chances.

" no... no. NO, you can't take her! shell try harder Jim please.." my mother sobbed I couldn't stand to watch her cry. to watch the women who picked you up and when you were crying and held you while telling you it was all going to be ok. And watching her cry and not being able to tell her that's will be ok. That I will be ok.  Its really hard to watch.

Authors note:

lmk if you want me to write about when her dad disowned her and the process of how she was disowned.