Never Good Enough

Never Good Enough: Chapter 3

I'd been crusing through an odd city, wondering when I was ever going to get to Maine. I'd checked to see if I needed to fill up on gas, I guess I did. I'd pulled over to the gas station and went inside the store, handing the clerk a twenty dollar bill for the gas. I'd finished getting the gas and got back in the car.

I thought to myself. How am I gonna make a living? I brought nothing with me. Nothing but the clothes on me and four hundred dollars, which is now three hundred and eighty, and my phone. I guess I'll just have to have my aunt buy me new stuff. I'll have to go to a new school too. Man, this is stressful. I looked at the grey cloudy sky, how the hell did I get myself here? I sat back in my seat, anxious to arrive and see my aunt and cousins. Hopefully they'll welcome me, and not send me back home. What am I gonna tell them? I just felt like paying a visit without my family? I'll have too tell them about what happens at home. Now I'm even more nervous. What if my parents find out and try to kill me? Thousands of nerve wracking thoughts rushed over me. I'd sighed and looked at the lush country. At least I can feel a bit safer being in a different state. I'd turned the car on and continued driving.

After about five minutes, it had started pouring rain outside. I could notice the wind picking up also. Then suddenly, there was lightning so bright that it appeared to be a clear sky day. The weather was starting to scare me. The lightning reminded me of the sudden hits and punches of my parents that hurt like white hot pain. The wind resembled my parents anger gusting and knocking things over in it's path. The rain represented the tears I cried inside of me when this happened. A chill ran across my body. I just realized that thunderstorms describe my parents actions. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I took it out and looked at the screen, being careful of my driving. I gulped loudly, seeing it was my parents on the caller identification. Should I answer? I'd reluctantly answered the call.

"Hello?" I said shakily.

"Alison! Where the hell are you!?!?!?" Screamed my mother. 

"Let me talk to Delores, and I'll tell you." I said firmly.

"No, answer me first." She demanded.

"I will not tell you, unless I talk to Delores. Where is she?" I said angrily. I heard my mother sigh in frustration.

"Hello?" I heard Delores say. A smile spread across my face almost instantly. 

"Oh my god, you're safe! You're safe, You're safe!" I chanted.

"Yes, yes, yes, I'm safe...now why'd you want to talk to me? I don't have much time....mom and dad are gonna beat me if we don't talk fast!" She said.

"I'm so sorry..I couldn't stay there. I-it was basically a living hell for me. Oh, please forgive me, Delores. Please.....I didn't want to leave without you, but I had no choice." I said nervously. Will she forgive me?

"Alison, I honestly don't know what to say right now." She replied quietly. My heart sank right when she said that.

"Oh, Alison..I'm so afraid. What's gonna happen to me? You need to help me too!" She yelled. How was I gonna help her? I'm in another state! But, being the good sister I am (or try to be) I replied reassuringly.

"Don't worry, Delores. I will help you get out of that house....somehow...someway." I said reassuringly. 

"Thank you." She said quietly. I heard mom scream at Delores in the background.

"Gotta go!" She said quickly.

"I'm counting on you, Alison!" She said. I sighed, I knew I couldn't help her right now. Why did I bother telling her I would? I know I was trying to be a good sister, but I'm afraid I'll betray her again.