Chapter 3: Starting Over
So I started living with Logan. I still worked at the bookstore and I'm going to college now. Logan works at a vegetarian restaurant, I forgot the name of the place though. I've seen my mother on the streets. We pass by eachother, but I cover my face with my hair so she doesn't see my face. Now my hair is longer, it's past my shoulder and a little wavy.
I give her a small smile and she returns it, but nothing more. When I look at her face I see pain and sorrow in her eyes. Her skin is getting paler, I have to quickly look away for if I don't I will surely give back into that life. When I go to the diner I giver her $20 tips. She always shays she can't take it, but I just leave it with her.
Logan and I have become closer friends. He is now 21 and has matured… a lot. He doesn't talk as much, but still complains that I'm a few months younger than he is, but taller. Logan made it into the same collage as me and we have some classes together.
We've made new friends. Logan has a friend named Victor. He is a tall, strong, African American. I met somebody named Kori. She's a little too happy, but still a good friend. She was a boyfriend named Richard, but I don't know much about him. Together we see movies, go bowling, and all that fun stuff friends do.
I've finally escaped my father and I was happy. That was until one day, when I saw my mother walk by with a scar upon her cheek. I knew then that I still had to make things right.
Friday Morning:
"Logan I'm leaving early tomorrow," I said as I brushed my hair.
"Ok, what time are you coming back, because I need to use the car," Logan said.
"I don't know when I'm coming back and I'm not taking the car. I'll just walk," I told him as I grabbed my black purse.
"Rae, where are you going?" he asked me. Now that we've become closer friends he calls me Rae all the time, I don't care. I sighed and sat down on a nearby chair.
"I saw my mother again today, she's not doing well. I have and I'm going to help her Logan," I said and stood up again. I headed towards the door, but he pulled me back.
"Rachel are you sure you want to do this?" Logan asked me.
"Logan… I'm tired of walking past her and seeing her in pain! I can't take it anymore! I have to do something," I told him. Logan gave me a weak smile and responded.
"Just be careful Rachel. I don't want to see you get hurt," Logan said before letting me go.
Sunday Morning- 3:05 am:
I woke up early, that way I could get there before my mother left. I quickly got in the shower and in an hour I was pacing the streets towards the place I once called home. When I reached the door I stopped, my clenched fist inches from the cold wood door. After collection my breath and strength, I knocked. Knowing that the footsteps that I heard belonged to my mother.
"I'm sorry, do I know you?" my mother asked me.
"After only 2 years you've forgotten me?" I asked as tears started to inch their way out of my violet eyes. My pale skin became paler when she said,
"If this is some kind of joke it's not funny," she said and was about to shut the door when I said,
"Mom it's me… Rachel," I said as silent tears slide down my cheeks.
"Rachel!"
Once again not super long, but hey, it's still better then no story. Please review!
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