From the kitchen I could hear voices, and to be able to hear the conversation better, I quietly tiptoed closer to the door that was half-opened.
"Kevin, she can't stay here all summer. I want her to come home with me now. Where is she?"
Oh great. It was my mom. She was talking about me, no doubt about that. Frustratedly sighing, I leaned my head against the wall. I closed my eyes, still listening to the conversation between my mother and brother.
"I didn't know that she ran away from home,'' Kevin said, sighing.
I shook my head, remembering the day when I had arrived. He knew very well that I had lied to him that day, but he denied it. He wanted everything to be fine between me and mom, but he knew as well as I that it would never be nowhere near 'fine'. Nothing could heal the wounds in our relationship. It was too late for that. Everything was just getting worse with every day that passed, and running away from the place she called 'home' was the best I could do. It was nothing but a place of anger and hatred. And I didn't want to be there.
''She's out with her friends right now and I've told her to come home as fast as possible. Mom, don't worry. I am taking care of her, it's okay," I could hear Kevin trying to convince her, and I could see my mother's disapproving face before me. I knew exactly what face she was making. Her brows would be crunched together lightly, her lips pursed, and she shook her head slowly.
'What friends? I was never with my friends. I don't have any,' I thought. 'And no, it's not okay. It's freaking better than living with my mom, but it still isn't okay.' I felt like running in there and scream at them to leave me alone, but held it back. My chest heaved up and down, and I was trying my hardest to control myself, but it wasn't easy.
"Okay, but promise me you'll send her home right away, when she's gotten into trouble. You and Danielle have other things you need to think about right now."
'When. . .' I thought, gritting my teeth. She didn't even use the word 'if'. Because she knew I would eventually get into trouble sooner or later. And she was going to be there, shouting at me when it happened, I was sure.
They were talking about me as if I was some sort of object. Something that was not important. Something that was a burden to everyone. Something everyone hated, but had to drag with. Something they didn't want.
I could hear the chairs moving against the wooden floor — they were about to get up. I had to move, and that was quick. If my mother saw me, hell would break loose, and she would force me to come home, I knew that. I wouldn't let that happen. I had just managed to escape from her, and I wouldn't let her catch me. I was not going home, there was no way.
With a light step I quickly got to the other side of the room and up the stairs. Quietly, I snuck into the guestroom —which had been my bedroom for the past week— and breathed out. They hadn't heard or seen me. I stared up at the ceiling as my back crashed down on the soft bed.
My phone vibrated, and I checked the display. I had gotten another text message.
''Where are you? I told you to come home!'
My fingers danced over the keys, waited for a minute for the front door to close and the engine of my mothers car to start roaring, and then hit the send button.
It didn't take long until the door swung open. "Why didn't you tell Mom you came here?" His face was serious, almost angry. I had never seen Kevin like that before. He was always the calm one, the one who would prevent the fights.
And he had done that, for as long as he lived at home with us. When he moved out, there was nobody who could stop it. Nobody even tried.
I was tired of trying to explain. He wouldn't understand anyway, so what was the point? "I didn't want to talk to her. And since when did telling people where you're going, become a part of running away?" I mumbled, still laying on my bed.
Maybe he would finally get that this time was different. Every time before, I had always told my mother where I was going when I left, and I was never gone for more than a couple of hours —my record was a day— without calling her.
It had been a week. And I didn't have any plans of going back home, and was definitely not going to make a phone call. Never.
''Selena please, you can't do this.''
''Do what!?'' I shot my eyes at him. ''Look, you know that we don't get along.''
Kevin ran a hand through his dark brown hair, and let out a sigh. ''You can't stay here forever.''
My eyes snapped away from the ceiling, and met with my brother's brown ones. ''You don't. . . You don't want me to be here, do you?''
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TWO YEARS SINCE I STARTED WRITING ON YOUTUBE
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the best summer' 6by JoBroGurl145197 views
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NO! KEVIN! WHY?!
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&OMG. two years already?! WOWZERS! i've read your stories for two years ;D
CONGRATS, GIRL!
123lolaLOLAlola123 1 year ago
@123lolaLOLAlola123 Omg that's awesome! :) THANK YOU <3
JoBroGurl145 1 year ago