~Afterschool~
"Honey, what's wrong?" Mom asked once I'd stomped inside the door, still furious from my angry, and hopefully last, encounter with Jack at school.
"Why'd you care," I grumbled, rolling my eyes on my way to my room.
"What did you say??" Mom asked sharply.
"I said, 'why'd you care'?" I said louder. My anger needed to cool down, before I got in more trouble, before I did something wrong.
"Amy, please dont be a bitch. I know you and I have -"
"Why is everybody calling me a bitch?!" I screamed, running faster towards my room and slamming the door. I jumped onto the bed and tried to strangle the pillow and smother it with my tears, but it was no use. The pillow was stronger than I was.
I heard someone knock on my door, but I didn't want to answer. "Amy?" It was Dad. He walked into my room and sat down by the end of my bed.
I looked up at him, my eyes red from crying. "I don't want to talk." I said, more to the pillow then to Dad.
"I'm not here to talk" he answerd short. It was easier to talk to dad sometimes...
"Mom called me a bitch."
"You're not a easy crier, so I know thats not the problem." Dad gave me a caring look.
"Do you want me to report to the system about this Jack fellow?" Dad asked with a look of concern on his face. I felt bad for adding extra stress on him, even if he was the one who kept deserting our family. His hair was salt and peppered, there were worry creases behind his laugh lines...I felt bad.
"No, Dad... It's okay. It was nice talking to you, though." I attempted a feeble smile to assure him, but I could tell he didnt buy my bullshit.
"I've got an idea." he said suddenly after gazing at my stuffed teddy bear adorned bookcase. "What if we move right now, well, in a couple days, so you wont have to deal with this fellow? I'm sure I can rearrange the tickets and such."
I bit my lip from crying for happiness. Faster escape... But... "But what about Mom?"
"Don't worry about that Kiddo. I'll go talk to her, okay?" He got off the bed, making it rise up a little, and walked towards the door.
"Dad?" I asked. He stopped in the doorway. "I love you." I smiled.
"I love you too, Amy."
~Five Days Later~
As we walked out of the airport and searched for the rental car my dad's company had arranged for us, I looked at my new surroundings: open sky, palm trees... the air even smelled fresher. And of course, no Jack. I sighed. Toto, I don't think we're in New York anymore... I found myself thinking.
"Come on, honey!" My dad called from a few feet ahead of me, notcing that I'd stopped walking. I immediately snapped back to reality and caught up with my parents.
We finally found the car: A big, black truck. We loaded all of our suitcases into the back, and I managed to sit comfortably in the space that was left empty. I never realized how much stuff we had. Not to mention the stuff we had waiting for us at our new house...
Author's Chapter Notes:
Sorry if this chapter seems too short.
