Chapter 2: Moving Day
Two months of abuse and servant work later, my dad tells me and my supposed brother that we are moving. To where you may ask, well I don’t entirely know. All I know is the town name, West Fields.
I’m not excited about moving, not at all. Scared is more like it, or terrified is more like it. No one who knows me or my family and nowhere for me to hide when I need to the most. No one who I can trust with my life will be with me. Having an abusive father and brother, you want to get away.
You would think that an older brother, only by a year, would protect his younger sibling, in this case, that’s not what it’s like at all. The universe seems to hate me, in all of my glory, which isn’t much I must say.
Pulling up into the town of West Fields is like a whole new ball game. When we get there the rain is pouring down, like cats and dogs. Lighting and thundering streak the night, lighting it up every so often. As we pulled up into our new house, my father and Mack get out of the car and head right inside, leaving me to carry everything inside, just as I expected.
No umbrella seems like something my dad would do. Always forgetting something, whether it’s important or not. As soon as I was fully out of the car, I was soaked head to toe by the rain. By the looks of it, the rain isn’t going to let up anytime soon. I started bringing stuff in as quickly as I could to avoid getting more soaked and hopefully not get sick in the progress.
As I was working I felt the rain stop falling on me, which was strange since it was still raining. I spun around to come face to face with a girl, who looked about my age, holding an umbrella over the two of us.
“Hey, I’m Izabella, but you can call me Iza, so why are you out here unpacking your car in the middle of a thunderstorm without an umbrella?” the girl in front of me asked.
“I’m Lena, and yes I’m very aware of the fact that it’s raining outside and that I’m unpacking my father’s car,” I told her back.
This time I got a good look at her. She had dark brown hair that reached down her mid back and forest green eyes that seemed to pop a bit with her make-up she has on. Her skin is sun-kissed to the perfect tone it was glowing.
She nodded her head. “Do you need help?” She asked politely.
“No, but thank you, this is the last box,” I told Iza.
“Are you sure, you can borrow my umbrella if you need to.” She said handing it out for me to grab.
“Yeah, I’m sure, thanks though,” I told her. Just as I began walking I turned around again. “Oh and nice to meet you!” I said and quickly went into to house before the punishment I was going to receive would get worse.
I sat the last box down before I started towards the living room. That’s where I found Mack and our father. They were sitting on the couch drinking beer it looked like.
“Did you finish bringing the boxes in?” my father’s voice echoed through the living room.
“Y-Yes Sir,” I said, trembling a bit. Mainly it was the cold clothes I was still in, but also the voice of my father caused me to get scared as well.
“For once you do something right. Now, go to bed and take the boxes that belong to you to your room and don’t come out for the rest of the night. He then looked at Mack and me. “You both will be starting school tomorrow at West Fields High.” Then he looked directly at me, glaring a warning into my eyes. ”You,” He began, “will be good or else...” That was all it took for me to quickly grab my stuff and head up the stairs.
I opened the door the right side once you get up to the steps. It was a simple bedroom with a desk and a closet with windows on both sides of the bed. I’ll decorate later I thought. I set my box down by the desk in the corner of the room.
Instead of unpacking, like I normally would when we go somewhere, I walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge of it. Finally, I collected my thoughts.
New place, new people, new unfamiliar people, people who can’t help me. A place where I know no one, 2 and ½ hours away from Stormy Brooks is where I am now. Dealing with Mack and my father before we moved here was simple, I could avoid them by going to a friends’ house or my grandparent’s house, but to drive 2 and ½ hours away seems a little farfetched.
With the last thoughts in my brain, I slipped off my shoes and dove under the covers for warmth, not bothering to change my soaking wet clothes from being in the rain. Knowingly I might get sick from being outside in the rain, I know my dad will not have it.
I’ll just have to play tough for awhile. With that I drifted into a deep sleep, hoping to have a better day tomorrow. Oh, wait, no I’ll be starting school.
New school, new people, people who don’t know me and I don’t know them.
How will I survive?