"Rini, Rini wake up"
I struggled to open my eyes, knowing the voice was unfamiliar to the one she had woken up to on a daily basis. This wasn't father. It was a female, one which she knew, but never thought she'd be here, not now.
"Mom?"
"Rini, wake up, you're going to be late"
"Where's daddy?"
"He had to leave for awhile"
"Where? Where did he go? And when will he be back?"
"Rini, I'll explain later, you have to get ready for school young lady"
"No, I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what's going on?"
"I should be asking you that"
I sat up in a jolt as I argued with her, despite the fact that my head was spinning unbelievably because I had risen so fast. It didn't matter, my dad was not here and it bothered me relentlessly. I loved my mother but she was the last person I wanted to see. I wanted my daddy. I needed him.
She looked at me with fire in her eyes as if waiting for an answer, but I didn't give her the satisfaction. I climbed out of bed and headed for the bathroom, slamming the door behind me. Her expression was classic, though I would never want to see it again. She looked as if she would cry too. Maybe I wanted her to, to punish her for leaving him alone for so long, and for not telling me where he is.
When I went back to my room she sat on the edge of my bed, the picture of us three in hand. I could see small tears running down her cheek.
"Mom, look…"
"Chibi-usa, when did you start wearing makeup?"
"Stop calling me that! Are you going to tell me what happened to dad or not?"
"Serenity, Rini, whatever you want to be called. You really hurt him. And no, I don't know where he is right now"
With that she left, just as unexpectedly as she had arrived. I held my fingers together tightly, frustrated at how short she was with me. She knew more than she pretended to. I always fought for their attention, though I was blamed for a lot of things. She was even jealous of me, her own daughter for seeking attention from my father. I hardly spent the time I usually did on my appearance this morning; I was too enraged with my mothers, unexpected and unwanted visit and my father's disappearance. I needed to leave, immediately; I didn't care where I ended up.
I pull the jacket on my shoulders as I pass unfamiliar faces, staring back at me suspiciously. It's gotten quite cold out, and I'm glad I had brought my jacket, though know fear has built up inside of me as the hours melt by and I am far from what I know as home. My cell phone rings unmercifully and my refusal to answer only urges my headache to continue. I haven't eaten at all, not even the breakfast my mother prepared for me, if you could call it that. The black mound on my plate could hardly be considered edible.
Maybe I don't want to be found. Maybe I don't want to go home. Ever.
"Small lady?"
I stop in my tracks. That name…not many called me that, only one if my memory is right and she was the only one I allowed. It couldn't be, not here. I keep walking, despite the sound of footsteps behind me moving faster as I increase my own pace. I take off into a run, clutching my purse close as I run as fast as my legs with carry me, the sound of footsteps still behind me though not as close as before. I don't know how much longer I can keep running. No one seems to notice that I'm being chased. It must be so common that it's expected, just as it's expected to do absolutely nothing about it. I'm scared, I can't breathe, I want my daddy.