I am moving today, to a new home.
To live with Kyle.
It’s been about exactly three days since they told us we would be living together in a new house.
It’s Wednesday today, and school was a bore like any other day.
Micheal kept talking about how excited he is for prom and that Andrea would be coming in a week for the event.
I do miss her and I can’t wait to see her, but I feel too lost to focus on that.
That is what have been feeling these past week since my ‘marriage’ announcement.
Micheal doesn’t give me rides home anymore, because I always take my car.
I miss those days though, even if it has been just a week.
Speaking of which, I slumped to my car in the school parking lot, hugging Micheal goodbye and putting my keys in ignition.
I, then, started the car, heading home.
Tonight, I would be leaving the only place I have called home my entire life.
Tonight, I would move in with Kyle.
I’m just glad that at least he doesn’t have to be my ride to and fro from school, or people would know something was up.
I parked my car in front of the mansion-house I called ‘home’, and stepped out.
Opening my front door, I closed it and ran upstairs to my room, finding my mum packing a few of my clothes.
She was all teary-eyed, sniffling every now and then.
I frowned, walking to where she was on my bed, fixing my clothes.
“Mum.” I called.
She jumped, startled when i suddenly came in.
“Gosh, you scared me sweetheart.” Her thick British accent rang in my ears.
Her face dropped.
“You are leaving tonight.”
“Don’t remind me please.”
“We all have to leave our families someday kiara.”
“It doesn’t have to be so early.”
I sat on the corner of the bed, watching my mum put in all my clothes in the suitcases.
“Mum?” I directed, preparing myself to ask the question.
She mumbled a ‘hmm’, motioning me to continue.
“Have you ever thought about what kyle might do to me?”
Mum stopped packing, and stared at me.
“What kind of question is that? Of course I have! Kyle will treat you right and…..”
“But what if he doesn’t?” I cut her off.
She doesn’t know what he did to me two years ago.
“What if?”I pressed, narrowing my eyes, waiting for an answer.
“Then you will have to come back. I wouldn’t let anything horrible like that happen to you.”
I smiled at her, knowing I still had this house to call home.
“Thank you mum.”
Mum looked at me for a while, as if she couldn’t figure me out.
“Why don’t you like Jake? He is such a nice boy.”
I held in the urge not to laugh, and just smiled.
“No, I do like him.” I half lied.
“I just don’t want it to be like this.”
I didn’t want my mum to know what he did.
She would be devastated.
I always knew how much she wanted my marriage to happen with her best friend’s son.
After a long twenty minutes of silence, a sharp ‘ding-dong’ went off.
They are here.