Chapter 7 Move
When I got home however I saw a bunch of boxes, you know the kind you use when you're moving. There were at least six or seven.
"Mom," I hollered.
"What Emma?" she screamed back.
"What's going on?" I then screamed.
"Didn't you listen at all during our conversation earlier?" was her reply.
"I was busy, what did we talk about that would cause this?" I asked confused.
"The Harrison's called. They are coming to pick you up tonight." Snake responded for Spike.
Mom came in the living room from, what was supposed to be, my room.
"I can't believe you. I can't believe you'd just throw me out to live in some strangers' house. I don't know what you're on but you'd better get off of it before they come, because once I leave this door I will never forgive you." I informed her, "NEVER!" I then screamed. 'Mom' winced as if my words were hurting her.
Spike, now crying, said, "Honey I am so sorry. So very sorry."
"Sorry doesn't cut it. Sorry doesn't make it ok. Sorry…sorry doesn't let me stay…" I started crying after that last part.
"Then again I don't know if I'd want to stay with a bunch of people who'd give you away in a heartbeat." I yelled cruelly then went down to what was left of my room.
"Emma." I heard them call after me.
I locked the door and went down the stairs. Just to notice that there was no bed. There was no dresser. No vanity either. I sat down on the last step and cried, just cried. I couldn't believe this. I couldn't believe they'd do this to me. I then came to the conclusion that this was all a dream, just a dream.
"Wake up, wake up," I whispered, "Wake up, wake up," I said it over and over until I realized I was already awake and this was not a dream. I heard the doorbell.
"No," I screeched. I shook my head, "No."
"Emma, come upstairs it's time to go." Snake hollered.
"Whatever," I was too weak to resist. No more fighting. Just go.
Upstairs I saw the boxes gone and Spike crying, mumbling, "My baby, my baby," as if she didn't want to do this. Miss. Harrison was a petite lady, about 38years old, reddish brown curly hair and was otherwise just like Spike as 'mom' had told me.
As the door closed I told Spike, "You didn't have to do this, you chose to." Spitting out the word chose, "You CHOSE to." Which made her shriek so hard and loud you'd convince the neighbors of an emergency.
I got into to Mercedes which I later learned she liked to drive because it for some reason, I don't understand, makes her look important. The entire way she talked about people and popularity contests, it sounded like high school.
The estate was a mansion really. It has to be as big as the school but with three stories, the third being, what I later learned, my floor, though the third floor was small, just a bedroom and a bathroom.
She took me directly up to my room not introducing me to anything of anyone. Maybe because it's late, about eleven at night, and we both looked tired, me mostly from crying.
I was so tired I didn't even look at my room, when I got to it, I just slept.
A/N: I know its short I just liked the ending. I lied, I said she will open up to Jay in this chapter but she didn't. She will though, I promise, soon. How was it?