"Goodbye you evil place I once called home," I said, stepping out of the door grabbing the last of my things. "So glad to be leaving this hell hole," I mutter slightly. This place "My Home," if you should even call it that— thrived on wealth. So as expected, I didn't have many friends. Not because I didn't meet their standards, I just never got along with anyone here. Everyone was so predictable. Fake relationships, fake friendships, some even had to watch out for their own families. This place had to get the hell out written all over it. Taking one last glance before locking the door and returning the key to the mailbox. I take a deep sigh of relief. We are officially starting our new beginning.
"Cassie, you can't keep doing that!" Andrew yelled, as I tossed my bag in the trunk. "I believe I can, It's my stuff," I said, with a snarky attitude. My brother literally hates me, but we are family so we unconditionally put up with one another. "Hey! lose your attitude, Ok? you think I want to travel 15 whole got damn hours with your ass to Chicago, HELL NO! Unfortunately for ME, I have to, mom's orders. So, let's just get this over with ok, get in," he proceeds, as he slams his trunk aggressively. The whole car ride was terrible.
After five minutes of Andrew's blabbering, he finally caught on that I wasn't listening to him anymore. "Ok, forget it, find your way to the new house. I'm the only one with a car AND a license so have fun," He says pulling over. "Hey! this isn't funny, now drive," I say locking my eyes straight ahead. "No," He says shutting off the car. "So let me get this straight, Your mad, because I wasn't listening to you. I do that on a daily, how childish can you be Andrew? I'm not obligated to talk to you you know! So if you don't start the car I'm calling mom on your ass. Then I'm telling dad." I say, "You're choice," I continue, as I cross my arms glaring at him fiercely. Immediately, my brother starts the car up again. He knows if anything happens to me, mom wouldn't let him live it down for days, but dad would be a total nightmare. "You didn't have to bring dad into this. You know how he is on me," he says making me regret my words. He didn't look at me at all, but I could sense he was hurt. It almost made me sick how easily he could play the victim.
In all honesty, I did feel bad though. Dad is a little harsh on him —a lot now that I think about it. My brother will be graduating from school in two years and he wants him to go to an elite university. His alma mater of course. My dad just doesn't believe in taking breaks and finding yourself. To me, I think he's full of bullshit. He worked his ass off yes but in the process, we all kinda got hurt too. I know he regrets not being there but how can you discipline your kids or tell them things when you're not even home.
"Hello, earth to planet Cassie are you there?" Andrew says snapping his fingers in my face. "C'mon answer me I don't want dad thinking I did anything to you he wants to talk to you." He says as I shoo his hands away. With all the thinking I was doing, I failed to realize my brother's phone rang. "Hey? is your brother treating you ok? " he asked sincerely. "Yes, dad he is we are just not too thrilled for this ride it's so long," I say with the least bit of energy. All I wanted was to be there already. "Now you know I could have just gotten a plane for you guys it wouldn't have taken so long and matter a fact let me j-," he says but I shortly butt in. "No dad it's fine, plus mom's orders she doesn't want us just calling you or her when we don't want to do something or want something to happen faster," I say, "I know sweety it's just I want to make sure you guys get there safe and with the private plane-," he stops slightly worried. "Look dad it's going to be alright just trust Andrew and I will be safe. I promise." I say reassuringly. "Ok, Look, I gotta go now, but I love you both." He continues.
"Ok, dad we love you too. When you have a chance tell mom we left about an hour ago please." I say, Knowing her she was about to enter panic mode. "Ok, I will, travel safely," he says ending the call. Dad was a prick at times, but he cared deeply about us. I just wish he took a few breaks himself to spend time with us. As I thought further I lost track of the time. I was ok with it though. The more time that had last meant the closer we were getting to our destination. It was beginning to get darker outside and Andrew and I haven't spoken word really after dad called. He has fully concentrated on the road after all.
"You ok?," I ask questionably. Andrew had already drank like three red bulls but I could still see how tired he was and we only really stopped once, for food and gas, so it's been 4 hours since then. "Yea, I'm fine just get some sleep. We should be stopping soon to refuel and get food," he says, " I'll wake you up in the next hour," he continues. "Ok," I say, I don't press him as I try to get as comfortable as I can. I needed all the sleep I could get. Knowing that the ride was going to be long and moving to a new place was already challenging enough as is this was the best for me right now.