I finished cleaning up the mess from the frame and the rest of my shift passed quietly. I clocked out and went to my car. I sat there for a few moments soaking in the silence.
Did I really want to go home? If I was being honest , no I did not want to go home. Home meant tension and fights.
As I was still in school, I still lived with my parents but as soon as I was eighteen, I would be gone. I couldn't stay in that house with the constant negativity.
Neither one of my parents had the best attitudes. But my mother was the worst. She had to be in control of everything. Especially me. I have a brother, Mike, and a sister, Avery, but as they have always fallen into line with my mother's ideas of her children, they were pretty much left alone.
I tried to stay away from home as much as possible. I decided to go home but just to change clothes. Then I would go out somewhere to eat.
When I pulled up in front of my house there were no other cars there. I blew out a breathe of air. I wouldn't have to deal with anyone. I got out of my car and go inside. Our two dogs, Jake and Riley, came running up to me.
"Hey boys," I said bending down to pet them both. "You guys all alone?" I went to the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of water, and then went up to my room.
My room was a very special place for me. It was the place to which I could disappear when things at home were
getting too tense. There was one thing that my father made especially for me that was in my room.
It was a floor to ceiling built-in bookcase. One thing my parents did encourage in me was my love of reading and the bookcase was a birthday surprise for me.
At this point, the bookcase was full for the most part. Only part of a shelf at the very top had a little bit of room.
Nobody, then or now, would ever describe me as OCD, but I had an unusual habit that I did first thing when I entered my room. I would go over to bookcase and run my hand over the spines of the books on the middle shelf. Why the middle shelf? Because that's where I kept my favorite books.
J.R.R. Tolkien, C.S. Lewis, J.K. Rowling, Elizabeth Gilbert, Anne Lamott. All the people who had inspired me to be the best person I could be.
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Finding Me
RomanceSteph is a 17 year old just about to graduate high school. She really doesn't have her future planned out , much to her mother's chagrin. While at work one day , Steph meets Becky. Their first meeting doesn't go very well. But they soon meet each o...
