Nobody Puts Baby In A Corner

Callie Point Of View

 

9 Years Later 

   Kelly walked into the room with the prettiest grin on her face. Just like always. Don't get me wrong, I love my sister, but damn she makes it seem like her life is pretty damn near perfect. While I've been sitting here for the past three years pretty much sulking and moping around. I'm surprised that they've put up with me for this long.

"So as you all know Ben and I have been together for 3 years and, and he asked me to marry him last night!" she ran over to my mom and me squealing and shoving the prettiest ring I'd ever seen in my face. it was a square diamond surrounded by white gold and two circular diamonds on either side.
   My mom was gawking at the pretty rocks on her petite finger. She was squealing just as loud as Kelly.
"When is the wedding?" my mom asked as they twirled around in their own little bubble as I yawned and made my way up to my room. I heard Kelly mutter something about June.
   I grabbed my iPod and sat infront of my window. Calling All Cars by Senses Fail came on first on shuffle. I sat there thinking about Lucas and hoping he was having a good time back in California. I would always pray for him. I missed him so much and sometimes it would upset me how much I missed him and I let it affect me and make me hate my late father so much. I remember everything about Lucas and the last time I saw him when we were at the playground. I remember his messy black hair, his intense hazel eyes, the most beautiful smile. I remember how he gave the best hugs; and how his last hug gave me hope that things would always be okay.
   And even though I moved after a while things were okay.
    Since I moved my dad became my best friend. I knew I had to be strong moving here with him because it would make him happy. Even if I couldn't see Lucas anymore.
   When I turned thirteen he died. Everything went to hell. I'm still so mad at him for moving me away from my everything, then becoming my everything and then leaving me with two people I knew would never get me. My mom and Kelly.
So for the past three years I have been lifeless Callie. Boring Callie. Reckless Callie. Broken Callie.
   At first my mom did everything she could to get me out of this "post death" phase she assumed I was going through. But after a year and a half she gave up and has been pretending I was okay.
I knew I was being a whiny brat, but I felt that I had no reason to be happy. Unlike Kelly who had found her soul-mate Ben, and my mother who loved her business and devoted herself into it.
I did have some fake friends who I pretty much used to go to parties and concerts with. Or just hang out to try and let their happiness rub off on me. Never worked.
   Now the summer was coming to and end and I had two more years left of high school left until I could be on my own and stop hurting all the people around me I continuously hurt. Most mom and Kelly. Last year was the worst. I got into so many fights it was ridiculous. And even for the 5 foot 2 of me and all my one hundred pounds, I won every fight.
  I had come to loathe myself and hate most of the world. The only person I knew could get me was across the country and had probably forgotten about me. I haven't forgotten about him or about my first kiss from him. Everyday I would pray that me and Lucas would see each other again. And maybe I could get back the Callie I loved, the one my dad loved, the one my mom and Kelly loved, and the one Lucas would remember.

   The next morning I awoke to the smell of pancakes and bacon coming from downstairs. I opened my eyes and picked my self up. I grabbed some pants and headed down stairs. My mom was stirring a bowl of batter and humming. I knocked on the cabinet to get her attention. She turned around startled and beamed at me.
"Callie! I have the greatest news ever!" she shouted as she ran to me.

"Hit me with it, Mom." I said as I sat down at the island. The sun coming in from the window shining into my eyes.

"As you know Kelly is going to be getting married." She passed me a plate.

"Yup, kinda hard to miss that thing on her finger."

"Well she and Ben have decided to move back to California. And we're going with them!"
My jaw dropped and so did the plate. My heart started beating faster than it had in a long time.

"We're moving back to California? Our California?" I asked incredulously.

"Yes Callie! We are moving back to our California, back to our house. And your sister will be in an apartment near the house."
That was all I needed to hear. I ran over to my mom and hugged her, really hugged her, for the first time since my dad died. We were twirling around in the kitchen. Finally it felt like God had really been listening to me for all these years.

"When are we moving?" I asked as we calmed down and ate the pancakes and bacon.

"Hintwouwheeks." She replied with a forkful of pancakes in her mouth.

"What was that? I didn't seem to catch that." I laughed at her.

"In two weeks. We want to get you there before school starts so you can join with everyone else." She chased the pancakes down with her morning tea.

"Wait, Mom, what about your business?"

"I'm moving it with us. I might have to find some new customers, but I want to see you happy again. And this is the perfect opportunity for everyone. I know you'd love to see Lucas again."
She walked over to me, touched my cheek and looked into my eyes. " I need to see you happy again Callie."
At that moment if it were possible I would have hated myself even more for treating my mom like such s**t because she didn't understand me.

"Thank you so much, Mom." That was all I could think of to say.

     "You're welcome. Now get that depressed Callison out of your system cause when we move back I won't be taking anymore of that." She smiled at me and gave me a motherly hug.

 2 Weeks Later

   Today was the day we were moving and ever since I found we were moving I haven't been me. I've been prancing around the house listening to the Beatles and packing. All I could hope that I could keep the hole that was the former me could stay closed and I wouldn't kill everyone around me in California.
     Its funny how you could go from hating your life one day to looking forward to the next day everytime you went to sleep. I didn't even recognize me. They must be spreading crack through the air now.
    I looked at my now empty room and spotted in the corner the necklace my dad gave me right before he left the house for the last time. He got it on his last expedition to Australia. It was a white gold necklace and the pendant was a big Kuala bear and a little one hugging its neck. He said that was me and him forever. I guess forever isn't as long as I thought it would be; because two days after he gave it to me he died. Leaving me wither up and die inside. After I got over my mourning I was angry and I threw it across the room and haven't touched it since. After the anger I went back to mourning and have been ever since.
I grabbed it and stared at for a long time. Even though I was mad at him I wanted him to come with us. I put it on my neck and made a promise to myself that I would keep it there no matter how I felt about my dad.
   The U-Haul was awaiting us and I made me way downstairs. I took one last look and hoped that things could finally look up. I locked the front door for the last time.

3 Days Later
    Tomorrow is the first day of school. And I'm scared shitless. We have been here for 3 days and have just got reacquainted with our oldish-newish surroundings. They're were a couple of people who didn't get the "One week moving in" period to come visit. Lucas wasn't one of them. And that night it dawned on me. What if Lucas didn't want to see me? What if he didn't recognize me? What if he didn't like me anymore? What if didn't remember me? F**k. This stomach ache was worst than cramps. I had to take six Benadryll just so I could get some sleep. That was a bad idea cause it worked. Really well. So well I had to have three cups of coffee to wake up enough to get in the shower. It was six in the morning and I had two hours to get ready.
    I didn't want to be to dressy but I didn't want to look like a bum either. I grabbed my raptor blue sun dress and a pair of flip flops and my many bracelets and Kuala necklace. I had packed all I could in my messenger bag. Right now all there was, was my iPod, my phone, my sketch book, some pencils and notebook paper. They didn't give us our supply list until the second week. I was still scared shitless. And was debating on whether I could make it to an abandoned mall or something before someone figured out I was gone

Author's Note

Tell me if your confused, I'll try to fix that.
This is Callie's point of view. it will be changing from her's and Lucas'.

You'll find out later in the story what happened to Callies dad!

Reviews

[Alex Thomas]

It's really cute so far. Just a couple of verb tense switches (was as opposed to is). And also modern living plays a key factor. Telephones, internet? Other than that really good.

[Flo_writer]

I wonder how her dad died. You do have a few grammar mistakes and you may want to check them out. just give this one a read over. As for the story I thought it was interesting. I was hoping maybe Lucas and Callie stayed in contact over the years by pen pal or even over the phone but there was no mention of that. You did also said she would be seeing him again for the first time since they were 8. Hard to imagine that she is still that hung up on him after all this time and no contact. Guess she really is in love. I'm also wondering why there was no contact between the two of them over all this time. Where are the telephone?