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Broken
Alice pov
I sat in silence in the passenger seat of my father's car as we turned on to the street our new house was on. Moving to forks is probably the last thing I would have ever wanted to do, but I've learned to be passive. I looked out my window; avoid all eye contact with my dad. Changes, so many changes I thought. We are moving here together, just my dad and I, which is the first change. My mom was part of the picture before the divorce which was the main reason we moved. And the reason I'm with my dad instead of my mom, is because her addiction to heroin not only made her ineligible to have custody of me, but it also finally landed her in jail. Apparently her heroin addiction was a big enough distraction from the bruises covering my body along with my mothers. Apparently it was easy for the court to overlook the way I cringe each time my dad raises his hand. Of course, I wouldn't want to be living with a heroin addict, but living with my dad isn't nearly what I would call a better option. Just my dad and I, which is a terrifying thought. When my mom was around she was able to step in when the beatings got too intense. She took the rest for me, as I ran up to my room and sobbed in the corner. Now there would be no one here to stop him… Forks, the second major change, a location chose by my dad, because he is a logger, and his company moved him here because of how dense the woods got around the outskirts of town. He has always been a logger, sometimes his trips made him leave for a few days at a time despite them being no more than an hour away.
We pulled into the driveway of my new home. It was… quaint. Small, but how much room do two people really need? Before I could take a good look at it my dad said "get your shit up to your room." I stepped out of the car and made my way to the back, popped the trunk and grabbed my two suit cases. I left the trunk open for him and made my way up the walk way to the front door. All the furniture was in our house already, the movers brought it in a few days prior to our arrival. When I went into my room I wasn't displeased at all with where they put everything, so I decided to keep it as it was. I heard my dad slam the front door and froze for a second, then started to unpack my clothes. My pride and joy, I invested most of my time into my clothes. Clothes are the only way I can feel great about myself. The perfect outfit can carry me though the day, buying and designing clothes in hopes of one day hitting it big is what gives me hope. But lately I've had designers block. As I put my items where I wanted them I thought about school tomorrow. Forks high school is a few miles down the road. My dad made it clear to me that I'll be walking. I've never had access to a car. I'm seventeen and I don't have my temporary license. No one ever took me. I learned to get over it. Anyway, I'm picking up about halfway through the first quarter. So at least I haven't missed much I hope. I've been trying to decide in my head if I should try to put myself out there and be friendly and open to everyone, or if I should keep to myself the first few days until I have a grasp on things. I guess it'll sort itself out when I get there, no need to make myself anxious.
"alice! Are you done yet?" I heard my dad yell from downstairs.
Instead of replying I just went downstairs.
My dad was in the kitchen making himself some easy mac. "yeah dad I'm all done." I said softly.
"go to bed then. Its late enough for you. We'll talk about curfew and all that shit tomorrow if I'm not tired."
"okay dad. Goodnight" I said timidly. I wasn't sure if he was going to find some last minute issue worth getting physical over.
After hovering there for a moment, I went back upstairs. I changed into pajamas and crawled into bed, which was cold and unwelcoming. My dad's room is downstairs, which I am very grateful for. I can fall asleep knowing there's some good distance between us, although it doesn't do much, it comforts me. i fall asleep with the highest of hopes for tomorrow, but the lowest of expectations.