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Chapter 7: It's Finally Raveling Together
Dear Past,
I remember when you used to be a gentle reminder of good times. Now, I feel as though you have abandoned me and sent me into a realm of lost and broken memories. Sometimes I wonder if there is anything to look forward to remembering.
I shivered as I walked away from the place I called home for the past seventeen years. Disgust filled my inner being as I struggled to stay warm. The air felt like it dropped twenty degrees in the last two hours. I turned my direction toward the city, I had to find someone who would help me.
I felt a drop of rain hit my nose. With a sigh, I sped up my walking, refusing to turn back and use her home as my own again. I felt the rain pitter patter softly on my skin, the summer rain was truly a nice thing to look at.
The sky grew dark and I only had the moon to guide my way in the night. I squinted my eyes in some effort to see better, and it seemed to work a little bit. The breeze pushed up at my ankles and I was reminded of the day following my daddy's suicide.
I sat in my bedroom looking through old photographs. We were all happy, weren't we? We had to have been, because our smiles told stories, even mother's did. I folded my arms in anger and kicked all of the photo albums off of my bed. I understood why my dad wanted to leave.
I pushed myself off the bed and bolted out of my room. I walked passed the kitchen where mother was making dinner, she did not even notice me leaving the home.
I ran to the bank of the river where he and I were the day before. I got down on my knees, put my hands to gether, and bowed my head. I prayed for help and I prayed for love. In that moment, I felt like everything was going to last forever.
I opened my eyes and saw the clear blue water stretching far. I inhaled deeply as I felt the breeze hit my ankles. "I love you Daddy, I hope you're happy now." I whispered to the air. The breeze shot up and whirled around my entire body. It lifted my favorite yellow flowers out of the ground and into my hair.
I believed he was with me by the river that day.
The rain falling harder brought me back to the present and I failed miserably at keeping myself covered from the rain. I ran a little ways to see if I could find any light, but there was nothing except the shining moon.
I felt like a coward when I ran. I knew I was running away from everything my mother never gave me. My heart was filled with a void that no one could fix. My chest grew heavy as I continued running at a fast pace, I felt tears fall down my face at the memory of my mother telling me she was going to marry the blue-eyed man.
"Mother, why!" I exclaimed. My arms flailed in the air in frustration. I could not understand her logic...then again, I was only twelve-years-old. "It's all his fault Daddy's gone."
"How dare you say that!" She yelled at me in equal anger. "He had nothing to do with your father dying in a car accident!"
"Liar! Liar! Liar!" I screamed and threw myself to the carpeted floor. My mother pulled me up by my arm in frustration and I felt her hand make contact with my smooth skin.
I glanced at her in shock and confusion. She had never laid a hand on me once in her life. I felt my skin and cried for no apparent reason.
"Don't call me a liar young lady." she warned. "That is what happened to your father. He was stupid."
"No he wasn't!" I cried. I ran passed her and pushed the front door open for an escape. She followed behind me, so I pumped my legs as fast as they could go. I eventually lost her and I found myself in a bright field.
My eyes were dried out and I was incapable of crying out any more tears. I forced myself forward even though my body could have collapsed right onto my feet.
Light burned my vision. I closed my eyes for a moment and when they reopened I saw a paved road less than ten yards away. I knew that I was closer to my destination and I slowed down. I caught my breath and before I knew it, I saw a house.
"Hey, the wedding is tomorrow you know," he whispered as he entered my bedroom without permission. I looked up at him with a cold stare before turning my back toward him. "Aren't you happy?"
"Of course not, I'll have you as a replacement father." I spat.
"Oh, you offend me little girl." He said and approached me. His cold hands fell on my shoulders and my entire body shivered. I knew that something was not right with this situation. "But, you could repay me." His eyes wavered from my face down to his jeans. Repulsed, I refused to look.
"Don't touch me!" I screamed and pushed him off me. He understood that I meant business and he left the room without another word. I did not know if I would tell mother what he did.
I threw myself on the bed and I cried. I was certain that I did not want my mother to wed him. It hurt to know I had no say in what I wanted to do.
The house was very quaint and sat on a very steep hill. I struggled to walk to the top as the mud became slippery under my feet. When I reached the top, I saw the brightest light in the world.
I walked up to the front door cautiously. I had not been here in ages. I said a silent prayer before placing my hand on the knocker. My fingers twiddled as I waited for someone to answer the door.
I woke up freezing cold one winter morning. I glanced at the thermostat and saw that it was turned off. I glared in anger as I pushed myself out of the bed.
"Why has the heat been turned off?" I inquired nicely. "I am unable to feel my toes."
"Honey, I need you to help get the firewood in. It is stored by the bank of the river." My mother said. I eyed her oddly before heading back to my bedroom.
I put on the thickest winter coat I owned in addition to my black boots. I found my gloves and put them on as well. 'This has to file under some type of child labor law...' I thought to myself as I opened the front door to get the wood.
I took my time getting to the river, and by the time that I did I had forgotten why I was there...
"It's you!" he exclaimed. His eyes brightened at the sight of me and we embraced in a warm hug. "How long has it been since I've seen my favorite granddaughter?"
"Too long." I responded with a laugh. I pulled away and glanced at his face. He had not aged one bit since the last time I had seen him. "Time sure does not show itself on your features." I commented.
He must have noticed my body shivered because he warmly invited me in his home. I took a seat in a warm loveseat and he sat opposite me in a recliner.
"So, why are you here?" he calmly asked.
I returned home the next day, but without firewood. I shyly opened the front door to see the two of them sitting together on the loveseat. A fire was roaring and the red flames waved at me rather welcoming.
"You are home." He noticed. He stood up from the piece of furniture and sauntered my way. He took a hold of my hand gently. "We thought you had passed on."
I rolled my eyes in response and walked passed him. I opened my bedroom door and securely shut and locked it before jumping onto my bed. I was exactly where I wanted to be.
I bit my lip as I tried to find the words in my head. I took a glance at him; I knew he would wait all day for me. I felt many emotions run through me just before I said,
"I have no place left to go."
I hoped he believed me, because it was the honest truth.