Updating the story earlier then the weekend bc im #depressed and been cooped up in my room.
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My loud moans filled the bedroom.
"Tell me where you want me to come."
My body was hot and sweaty from our bodies rubbing on one another.
His eyes were filled with darkness and lust as they scanned my expression while roaming my body with his hands. He quickened his pace and latched his mouth on my neck sucking it so hard it felt like my skin was going to tear off.
I was pulling the skin of his back, scratching it with my nails, whimpering in his ear with each stroke.
I could feel myself getting closer to finishing with each touch. His hands were all over my body greedily grabbing me as if I were going to run away. I'm not going anywhere.
"Fuck." He breathlessly let out in my ear, almost desperately like he needed me.
"Vee I need you to wake up."
"What?"
"Wake up."
His soft voice faded out into the back of my subconscious and I flickered open to a blurred facial figure.
"Wake-up Vee!"
I blinked a few times finally able to clearly see what was in front of me, a very annoyed Sarah.
"Finally you're up. You could sleep through an apocalypse." She backed away from my face and I finally fully sat up still confused.
"Rise and shine sleepy head."
Jordan was wrapped in a towel freshly out of the shower.
"What time is it?" I said rubbing my eyes.
"It's 1:46pm"
"It's almost 2 already?"
"Yes and we've been trying to wake you up since 10. We even went to the coffee shop and back and you were out cold."
"We got you a coffee though. I hope you like hazelnut." Jordan said then went to her desk where there was a white coffee cup with the letter V written on the side with sharpie.
"Thanks guys. Sorry I didn't mean to sleep for so long i'm usually not a deep sleeper."
"Must've been dreaming about Ian" Sarah said in a sarcastic tone. If only she knew.
"So what are we doing today ladies." Jordan began picking her damp hair.
"I don't know. Kai said he's having a little kickback at his parents house"
"Ugh I'm good. I don't want to watch you and him mooch all over each other." Jordan replied.
"It's not like that. We're not public yet so it's not like we'd be doing that in front of you guys anyway."
"So he's keeping you a secret?"
"Not exactly, just waiting for the right time to tell everyone."
"One day, I aspire to be as delusional as you Sarah." Jordan said laughing and Sarah didn't say anything else after rolling her eyes at her response.
"As much as i'd love to continue hanging out with you guys I really should go home. I'm sort of on probation with my parents since the club night."
"You should really move to the dorm so they don't know when you leave. It's so much better."Sarah said.
"Yeah you should move to the dorm and become my roommate! The hall monitors don't actually do their job we really do whatever we want." Jordan added.
"Maybe I will next semester."
I gathered my stuff and Sarah and Jordan walked me down to the lobby and said goodbye as I walked out the main doors.
I began walking to the bus stop while listening to music. On the way I made eye contact with Macy driving by with her friends in her sports car. She looked at me harshly with hateful eyes and I had a feeling she was talking trash about me with her friends because they let out little giggles before driving off.
I finally reached the bus stop and sat next to a few people who were waiting for the bus as-well.
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My parents weren't home when I got home. Actually, they were barely home the whole week.
The next week came and went and every time I came home no one was home and the car in the front was gone. It was that way for the whole week and at first I was thinking maybe they were both working late shifts. Every single night though?
Something was wrong and I could feel it but I didn't know what.
By Saturday I had gone almost 2 weeks without seeing my parents at all.
I had been going to school then the library diligently for 2 whole weeks. Ian was in the back of my mind at all times and we ended up texting every single day. We hadn't hung out since the last time and it was hard finding time since I was afraid of my grades falling behind.
I really needed a scholarship to leave this city behind and leave my parents for good.
All the other kids in school had an upper hand on me. They all had connections, years of experience with extra curricular activities and so many hidden talents but most of all they all had money. If they weren't talented or smart it didn't matter because their parents could pave the way to success for them with a simple check.
My parents used my college savings on sending me to this academy in hopes of me getting a scholarship to a nice university. They wanted me gone just as much as I wanted to be gone.
I tried calling them multiple times but it went straight to voicemail.
It was a Sunday after noon when I finally heard someone coming through the front door. I was in my room writing chapter notes from a english lecture then I heard voices from the living room.
I got up slowly and approached my door and cracked it open to peak through and see who was making the noise.
When I saw my mom I released a breath of relief and opened my door completely walking into the living room. She was on the phone pacing and quickly hung up when she saw me.
"Hey baby."
"Mom? Where have you been?"
I gave her a hug and let my emotions take over. Tears streamed down my face after my body finally relaxed and I knew she was okay.
I wrapped my arms around her expecting her to embrace me in return but she hesitated before pulling away slowly.
"Victoria you need to listen to me. There's something important I need to tell you."
"Mom what's going on? Where have you been for 2 weeks? You haven't been picking your calls up and I thought something happened to you-"
"Honey you need to listen to me. I'm fine. I'm okay."
"Where's dad?"
She looked at me with a blank emotionless expression.
The two weeks felt like years and as much as I hated my parents, they felt like the only people I had in the world. The emotional and physical abuse that went on for years was nothing compared to the feeling of being alone. The bad times were horrible but when we had good times they created good memories. The child in me wasn't ready to give that up just yet.
As much as I hated her, I couldn't bring myself to stop caring.
"I'm leaving your father."
"What?"
"Victoria the truth is..."
She took a long pause before she continued.
"The truth is I've been unhappy for a long time. I fell out of love with him when we had you. I told him I'd stay until you were 18 but I've met someone that makes me happy and truth be told I don't think I can wait any longer."
My mom's face was still and calm as she was talking to me. She was stumbling over her words but still remained composed. It seemed like she had been waiting for a long time to say these things to me. I was in utter shock and disbelief. I didn't know what to say how to respond or what she wanted me to do.
"So what's going to happen next?"
"I'm moving out at the end of the week."
"Well why don't I come with you I can help with re-"
"It's not that simple. I'm leaving Saturday with James. He's flying out from Chicago to come get me."
"Chicago? Who the fuck is James?"
"Watch your mouth."
"Watch my mouth? You don't get to tell me what I can't say anymore. You're running away to go be with some man you don't know."
"I don't expect you to understand. I just wanted to tell you bec-"
"Because what? All of a sudden you want to be a good mom a week before you disappear from my life forever?"
"You have your whole life ahead of you! Don't act like I didn't work my ass off to get you into that school you're at right now. You're too busy hanging around ungrateful spoiled brats that you're starting to become one of them. You will never be like those people you hang out with. Don't forget who you really are!"
"Oh like you know who I really am. You're gone all the time and so is dad and when you two are home, you're both too high or drunk to notice where I am half the time."
"You don't think that it's hard for me? To deal with your father and suffer through abuse even after carrying his child? Your father is off having an affair and gambling and drinking our money away and you're out playing pretend with the upper class kids and what do I get? Your dad gets what he wants all the time and you have everything you want. I deserve to be happy too. It's my turn to be happy."
Tears were streaming down my face as she shouted out her true feelings to me. She was never happy having a kid. She was never happy in her marriage. She let all the verbal emotional and physical abuse happen because she knew she had an escape route.
We were both shouting back and forth at each other revealing our true emotions that had been held back and covered with years of resentment and silence.
"So you're leaving me here with dad, even though you know how he is." I said in a calming tone after we had got done going back and forth.
"Like I said, I'm not expecting you to understand. I'm telling you so you know that I won't be here anymore."
Silence overcame us.
A hot stream of tears rushed down my cheeks and I looked down to the ground at my feet.
"When will dad be back?"
"Saturday."
I nodded. My moms phone rang and the caller Id had a the name James Gienard on it. I looked at her phone then looked up at her. Our eyes met for a moment before she answered the phone call and walked outside.
I felt my heart shatter inside of my chest. I closed my eyes and stood there for a moment reliving the conversation I had with my mom.
I walked back into my room and shut the door behind me. I stood there thinking about my mom leaving.
My dad was staying here and my mom was going to Chicago with some random man who I've never met. I couldn't stay here with my dad. I needed to find a place to stay but there was no possible way for me to find a room. Who would let me stay with them until graduation? It seemed like an impossible task.
I couldn't help but feel helpless and alone. I had no where to go. I'd be stuck with my dad.
I plopped on my bed with my head down into my pillow and cried for hours.
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