Chapter 2: The Time Had Come
Friday came and went, and soon I heard my mother in my bathroom. She was nosing around in my make-up and jewelry again.
"Why are you in my make-up?"
"Oh, Rose, this shade goes perfectly with my outfit. You know I got this at Foley's for $59.99? It's originally $125.99!"
I just turned around, walking through my doorway, and collapsed on my bed.
I wasn't mad at my mother, or Cal. I rarely felt anything anymore. I was just tired and wished I had a better life. And I would in about an hour.
"Are you going to Cal's game tonight, Darling?"
"No mom, I can't. I haven't been feeling good all day long."
"What's wrong dear?"
"I'm not sure, maybe I'm coming down with the flu. My stomach's been upset, and I've had a migraine all day."
"Well, you just rest. And if Cal calls, just leave it for the machine."
She must have scored a date with the mayor tonight. She was happier than she had been in a long time. Even telling me to ignore Cal's nightly phone calls.
"Thanks, Mom."
"No problem dear. Well, I'm off to Olive Garden with Caledon's father."
Oh, God. Cal's father? That's why she was so happy. I might just have to throw up right now.
"I'll see you later mother."
"Yes, good-bye."
She walked down their steep stairs in her 3 1/2 inch heels, and opened the door. I watched from the window as Cal's father's limousine came and pulled on the street, waiting for my mother. His father wasn't a gentleman either. He let the driver open my mother's door. Well, not that I hadn't expected it.
Like father like son, I supposed.
When they pulled out onto the road, I sped to the attic and got my father's suitcase. I would use his, because my mother would look in the walk-in closet to see if mine was gone. My room was spotless, yet so miserable to be in. The clothes I packed were my jeans, t-shirts, tennis shoes, flip flops, and 2 good dresses that had been bought from my father. I grabbed my 2 diaries, a pen, my favorite cds, my address book, my ipod, mp3 player, and a notebook.
"Hello? May I have a cab come to 300 Hillsboro Road? Thanks. 10 minutes? All right, thanks so much. Yeah, good-bye."
10 minutes passed, and I took a last look around my room of 18 years. Without another look, I went out of the house and got into the car. The time had come and my journey was starting.