"One sec, Ani..." I set down the phone so I can dig through my closet. No matter how much I look, I can't find my suitcase. After appropriately trashing my room, I give up and return to my conversation. "Hey, I'm back. I can't find the fucking suitcase."
"Maybe your mom hid it," Anais suggests.
"Nah. She's probably glad to get me out." I'm trying to be funny, but it's true.
"Addie..." She sighs. "I'm sorry your parents aren't taking it well."
"Yeah. It sucks."
"They'll get over themselves eventually."
"I hope so." I flop down on my bed and roll on my side. "When did your parents come around?"
Anais laughs bitterly. "They haven't. They barely call, and when they do they refuse to talk about Sapphira."
"Parents are stupid," I say. "And I'm aware of how juvenile I sound."
"No, Addison! I agree with you. Hold on to your inner child."
"Inner child my-"
"Addison!" My mother shouts from another room.
"Hold on, it's my mom," I say into the phone, before shoving it under the pillow so Anais can't hear my conversation. "Yeah?"
"What are you doing in here?" She asks, walking into my room.
"Trying to find a suitcase, and having a conversation."
"Were you talking to that woman again?" She says suspiciously, sounding like every mom in the movies.
"Her name is Anais."
"What were you talking about?" She can be so nosy, I swear.
"Jus solidifying our plans." You know, Mom, to get away from you.
"Okay," She says, sounding mostly satisfied. "The suitcase is in my closet. You can go get it."
"Thanks."
She nods, and exits my room.
I sigh and swallow my disappointment, reminding myself this is technically my fault . My mom didn't always act like that. I used to have a great relationship with my parents, but I had to go and screw everything up. In my defense, I thought they might understand that me being gay isn't the worst thing that could happen. I was wrong, and now I'm the 'family disappointment.' They don't trust me anymore because I'm a sinner, or something like that. It's bullshit. "We feel like we don't know you anymore, Addison. I don't think I can trust you."
Right after I came out and got yelled at, I called my cousin Sapphira. She invited me to stay with her and her wife Anais in California. She said that unkindness is bad for my spirit, and I can't flourish in a toxic environment. I was more than happy to pay them a visit, since Ani and Saph are cool. They live in a house by the beach, and they keep bees and have their own garden, and do other hippie things like that. I leave for California in a week, and I can't wait.
❨ ♯ * ⋆ 💜 '𝟖𝟓 ❩ After finishing my call with Anais, I decide that I need to get out of the house. There's a diner a few blocks away from my house, and I want some pancakes. It's a fairly generic place, but its not like my town has many options. I'm just glad theres somewhere to go to that serves food.
"Hey, Mom!" I shout. "I'm going on a walk."
I don't wait for a response before closing the front door. I don't care if my Mom gets annoyed at me for it, I need a change of scenery, fast. My head felt like a ticking clock back inside, counting down the days until I can leave. But out here the air is warm and breezy, rushing around my bare calves, and I can breathe easier. I walk pass touristy storefronts, glancing at the window displays briefly. I notice a girl sitting in a parked car, but she doesn't meet my eyes. I wonder what she's waiting for.
a/n:
well that was short. addie is my babie, though, and i love writing from her perspective. i hope you enjoyed this chapter!
i feel like i need a name for my readers lol. comment ur ideas here!
i'll see you in the comments.
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