I don’t believe this. He didn’t want me to come down to Boston earlier. What happened? What changed?

 

Dad mumbles over the phone, “Of course you are welcome to come back. It’s just—I think you should spend more time with your mom. When was the last time you visit her? Maybe this is a great chance for you to bond.”

 

I don’t buy that. “How long do you want me to stay here?”

 

He falls into silence.

 

My mouth goes dry. And my heart is falling into a bottomless pit. After a long wait, I decide to make this easier for him. “Dad. What is the real reason?”

 

Another painful silence. He finally speaks up.

 

“…Hallie wants to move in with me.” His voice so low. Almost hard to catch up, “I thought it might be awkward if you two are both here at the beginning.”

 

My mind went completely blank.

 

I don’t know what to think, nor what to say. But I guess my reaction doesn’t really matter to these people anyway.

 

“So, this is it?” I grip the phone till my knuckles turn white, “You are kicking me out because you want to please your girlfriend?”

 

“No!” Dad’s voice is squeaky, seems like he’s trying to hide the guilt, “I’m just afraid that you’d be uncomfortable. And I talked to your mom, Boston has better education. Maybe you’ll have a greater chance getting into a better college if you stay there.”

 

So mom is in this too. And it’s a long-term plan.

 

Oh yes. Just looking out for me. As they have always been.

 

When they first got divorced, mom also kindly suggested me go to Miami with my dad because she was afraid that I would be “uncomfortable” here.

 

And the same excuse again.

 

I am a soccer ball to them? They can just kick me aside whenever they don’t want me around?

 

calls my name, “This is up to you really.

 

hang up

 

and walk out of the room. Mom is standing in the hallway, twisting her frail fingers,

 

comes to me, “About his girlfriend

 

rid of me.” I grip my first and ask through my clenched teeth, “Have you ever thought of what I want? Why do you have to decide

 

takes a sharp inhale. Her eyes are filled with tears and sadness. But I don’t

 

out of the

 

wanted to go back to Miami, but I was kicked out; my

 

Guess I am homeless.

 

more than two hours. I cry and fall asleep

 

kid!” The

 

nearby a city park. Through the woods I can vaguely see the sea. It’s getting dark now. Might not be a

 

this runaway. It’s silly. Can I really live a life on my own without ever returning? I have exactly

 

and smash things. What

 

nonstop. I take it out and find a ton of missing calls: mom, dad, Jenna…even Eason and Mr.

 

believe mom told everyone about

 

gaze blankly into the air. Maybe I’ll go back and suck up with whatever

 

find a group of drunk men coming around the corner. They are pretty wasted, I can smell the vodka as they approaching me. It’s an

 

one of the men spotted me, “What are

 

quickens. I quickly stand up, ducking my head down to avoid eye contact, and hurry

 

along as they keep

 

burst

 

search of my phone and call someone. The phone slips through my fingers during the chaos. I crouch down to

 

I scream, “Get away from

 

start yelling for help, but

 

chortle and gather

 

biting, but none of those

 

alive. I bite my tongue till copper

 

crying!” someone shouts in excitement,

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