Chapter 20A Chapter by MelissaBack to the present… I left the house, carrying only my suitcase. I barely had
anything in it, and I didn’t have any money. Natalie didn’t offer to give me
any to take, which I’m glad for, because I wouldn’t have accepted it. I don’t need her help. I don’t need anyone’s help. I can fend
for myself. I’ve always had to, what makes now any different? Did I really
think that Natalie was going to take care of me now? Did I really think now was
any different than a few years ago, when she abandoned me? Granted, this time I’m
leaving her. But she deserves it for leaving us. She made Mom get worse when
she left. Mom slid into the depression after Natalie left, and that’s when the
drug use got even worse. Worse than what Natalie had experiences. And who was
left there to deal with it? Me. Because she
left me there. She left me there to suffer alone, in silence. The early morning sky felt dark and unwelcoming, but at the same
time I felt almost at home. I was used to walking through the streets of this
town at night, usually on my way to a job. It’s different in this part of town
though. There aren’t cars coming, there aren’t noises. It’s almost silent. No one
in this neighborhood is awake at four in the morning, there aren’t even dogs
barking or squirrels running across the street. I walked down the long driveway, my suitcase feeling heavy and unnecessary,
although I knew I had to leave. I’ve known I should leave since the day I heard
Natalie talking, but I was afraid to hurt anyone. But now… I would just cause more
hurt by staying. It makes sense for me to leave, it’s what I have to do to be a
good person. And I’m a good person. I really am. As I reach the end of my driveway, there’s a car parked. It’s
not Natalie’s car. It’s not anyone’s car who lives in the house with me. The lights
are off, and I’m unable to easily see who’s inside of the car, or if it is
empty. While I’m not really a timid person, I know better than to walk up to
this unusual car or try to investigate it anymore. I know that it could be
someone dangerous inside, someone from my past, or Natalie's past, or just
someone unreasonably dangerous. I turn the opposite way from the car, and continue to walk
without missing a beat. If there is someone inside, they probably thought I didn’t
even notice that they were parked there. They probably thought I was some
stupid, oblivious teenager who overlooked the car entirely. My senses are completely aware as I walk, though, and I don’t
miss the sound of the engine turning on. I don’t miss the sight of the bright
headlights now driving towards me. I don’t miss the slowness of the car either.
It’s approaching me slowly, as if trying to stay just a couple paces behind me.
I can’t help myself as my nerves start to bundle in my stomach. My brain goes
into overload, and I begin to think of ways to get away if it comes to that
point. The car pulls up next to me, slowing to be at my exact pace. The
window rolls down in what feels like slow motion, but I refuse to turn and face
the car. I’m afraid, but I won’t let whoever’s in there see that. “Hey, Princess. Where are you going?” © 2012 Melissa |
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