It was a blur. An intense, like a hurricane blur. And I remember it all.
It happened at the beginning of September, a few days before I started whatever I was supposed to do. I refused and I swore eyes were staring me down as I passed through the streets. After all, it was a small town and my dear (suckish) family were like dessert after eating healthy meals for a whole year.
My Mom, Amber, is a simple woman. She was everything to me. She is beautiful, kind, but lacked confidence. Well, she had it but it was diminished when she met him.
God, I can’t stand him!
His name was Freddy, and my Mom and he are married. Mistake #1. We all warned her but I’m afraid we’re at the point of no return. Freddy was not cool and he just doesn’t see his ways. Every 6 months its WW3 but none of us will leave. But I’ve had enough. My brother, Adam, is thinking of leaving and I begged him.
My dear sis can’t leave shes only a child and it devastates me.
My Mom won’t go! She’s definitely not the woman who raised me.
I have my bags and I’m going somewhere and that’s when it changed.
I arrived in California. It was night time and I ached. I fell over.
“Miss?” I heard.
“Who are you?” I asked.
“Zelena, I know you,” he chuckled.
“Who are you?” I demanded.
“Arthur,” he knelt down.
I tried to stand up. He gripped me.
“Careful lass,” he steadied me.
“Close them,” he smiled.
I knew he meant my eyes.
“You really should be more careful,” he steadied me again.
“Authur,” I mumbled.
He set me on a bench.
“See you, and welcome to Cali,” he smiled.
“Wait-,” I opened my eyes.
He was already gone.
The sting of him, intriguing but new was grounded in me.