Chapter two
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Things didn’t go my way after that terrible
experience with Freddie. He was always
calling even after I deleted his number. I
sit opposite the therapist as she tells me
about motivational stories. But as long as
I’m breathing that didn’t change a thing.
After that r**e incident , I suffered from
depression. I almost took my life too
thinking Freddie left with everything. The
therapist was nice. She talk a lot of good
stuff and give me a book to read. I was
on dosage and always visiting the
therapist for check up. For some
awkward reasons I’m always indoors. I’m
broken and my parents really didn’t help
matters.
Every single mistake I make , they are
always referring me as a w***e and that
made me cry and I had to be best friends
with my room .
” We’re moving out.” Dad announces after
dinner.
He lost his deacon position in our church
and since then he hated me more. Maybe
they don’t hate me , maybe they are just
annoyed and hurt that my one bad move
ended and stole everything away from
them. Mom also lost her position too in
our parish. The church withdraw the
money they normally pay us and mom is
always flaring up , using me as example.
Always comparing me to Leslie.
” Moving out ?” Leslie asks tucking back
her braids in her tight bun.
” Yes. Georgia has nothing for us since
your sister Ariel spoilt everything. The
church already dropped us from our
positions and i won’t stand being just an
ordinary member in our parish.” He says.
He has always loved God. We were raised
in fear of God.
I remembered when we were in
highschool. Mom made rules for us.
• don’t date boys , they will break your
heart.
• don’t date boys , God hates it.
• no s*x before marriage or you’ll perish
in hell.
I really didn’t get to remember all their
rules cause it was useless. I was this
nerdy girl in glasses. I don’t even have a
boyfriend or an admirer. I was always
bullied and insulted. Most times I body
shame myself , thinking I wasn’t perfect.
Freddie gave me light in homecoming
when he told me I was beautiful. I stood
opposite the mirror that night and i knew
I was pretty maybe I wasn’t noticed yet
but I didn’t care anymore after he told me
he had a crush on school most popular
girl. What about me ?
I gave up college and choose to go to
nun school. Afraid of being bullied again.
And now I’m a r**e victim , so pathetic.
” We’re moving to Buffalo.” Mom adds
glaring at me under her black eye liner
and mascara. It’s so weird she wears that
after advising us not to apply make up.
” New York.” Leslie exclaims.
” Something wrong ?”
” No.. I mean..” she stutters. New York’s
her big dream city. Most times I think she
secretly has a boyfriend. She’s always
fund of so many social media celebrities
and musicians. I’m not really a fan. it’s
weird cause it’s what our parents wants.
Leslie is always secretly gawking over
many douche celebrity scum bags.
” New York is fun.” She squeal. I didn’t
say a word since my speech are not
always considered. I’m the bad egg.
” Yeah. Because of Alexa ?” Mom asks
and furrows her brows at Leslie.
” No mom. Alexa is an ass.”
” Language..” dad snap at Leslie.
” I’m sorry.”
” I don’t really wanna see you hanging
around Alexa. She likes boys too much . I
even heard she had three boyfriends.” I
secretly roll my eyes and fiddle my
chopsticks on my ramen.
” I heard Doreen caught her watching porn
on her laptop. What a child. So sinful. I’m
really happy my Leslie isn’t one of this
wild kids. Just like some people who
sneak to have s*x with their boyfriend
when they are supposed to be a sister in
church.” Mom fantasize and that hurt me.
She’s always talking about my bad fate. I
bite my lip to hold back the pending tear
but it luckily slip out. I hate my life. I get
up from the table with my ramen and turn
to leave.
” And where are you going ?” Dad ask
through clench teeth.
” I’m going to my room. I need to take
my medicine.”
” Yeah. It’s really weird you’re not
pregnant , you would have been in the
streets by now.” Mom utter followed by
an irritating scoff.
” I’m just gonna leave.” I say and stomp
out to my room.
I shut the door and lean against the door
crying my eyes out. Most times I advise
myself that it’s not worth crying about but
, they keep on saying painful words. After
about few hours of sitting close to the
door I stand to my feet and look at my
face in the mirror. I sit on the chair
opposite the mirror and pull my knees to
my chest staring right back at my
reflection. I can’t even remember when
last I smiled.
” Ariel..” my sister’s voice woke me up
the following morning.
I rub my eyes and my eyelids feel heavy
under my touch. My door spring opens
as Leslie walks in smirking at me with
her arms crossed. I hated that she’s my
older sister.
” Good morning.” I greet her.
” Morning. You should get ready. Our
flights leave in one hour time. New York.”
I scoff and watch her turn her back to
leave . New York yeah ? Leslie is in
college and I’m about to resume college
once we arrive in Buffalo. What’s it gonna
look like ?
The plane ride was terrible. I sit close to
the window and glue my eyes to my
book. A book given to me by the
therapist and it’s to build me. She says
it’s gonna strengthen me. and for the
look of things it was helping. After about
few hours of terrible plane ride , we walk
out of the plane. I pull my bag close to
me as I take in the view. I’ve not been to
New York before.
” Yess..” Leslie squeal and take a selfie
of herself.
” You mind taking pictures of me ?” She
ask handing me her phone. I take it and
wait for her to pose before taking
pictures.
She pose several postures and I dare not
complain. Mom and dad will definitely
take sides with her. We entered our
waiting car and I’m seated at the front
with Leslie who couldn’t stop gawking at
every single passing thing. I wasn’t
bothered or thrill. I’m still gonna be
bullied by my own parents. The car stops
at our new house and it’s almost the
same like the previous one.
I follow suit behind with my bags. I stare
at the neighborhood and it’s beyond
peaceful and beautiful. The trip past the
stairs was aweful because of my bags. I
didn’t complain but drag it alongside me.
I walk into my new room and exhale. It
needs a lot of work.
I begin cleaning and in less than few
hours I was done arranging things
accordingly. It’s evening already and I
heard chatters of teenagers maybe. I step
out of my room and stand on the balcony
breathing in new air. Because of my bad
fate , we’re in New York. Obviously I hope
it’s gonna be better. I wanna be better.
I’m far from Freddie and Georgia.
.
A week after , dad brought back my car.
The car i used to drive in Georgia. I’m
still wondering how it got here. That
didn’t change them. They keep on
reminding me of my mistakes and it’s
hurtful. I drum my hand on the counter
after drinking coffee that morning. Leslie
was online. It’s obvious cause her phone
won’t stop beeping and she won’t stop
smiling.
” Having fun in New York ?” She ask me
not looking away from her phone.
” Yes.” I reply her when it’s obvious I’m
lying. Ever since we moved in , I haven’t
step out of the house. I’m always indoors
, taking my medicine and possibly
reading. There wasn’t much to do around
here and I’m not in any social media
community like Leslie.
” It’s nice. I can’t wait to resume
college.” I roll my eyes and continue
tapping absently on the counter.
” Ariel , what are you doing ?” Mom ask
standing right at the kitchen door.
” Nothing.” I reply flatly.
” Have you been taking your
medications ?” She ask like she care.
Maybe she cares about the money she
paid the therapist.
” Yes..”
” Yes ? And yet your pills still occupied
this bottle.” She yells raising the bottle.
For once Leslie look up from her phone
and turn to look at mom.
” I…” I stutter. I’ve been skipping that
one. The nurse says it depresses my
brain tumor and I hate to think I have
one.
” I what ? What’s wrong with you ? You
went out there and slept with your
boyfriend and then you started faking
illness. Are you even aware I spent a lot
of money on you after the nonsense you
did. We’re skipping therapy in New York
cause you don’t deserve it.”
” Mom.”
” Shut up. Dirty little whore.” That’s it.
Without another word , I’m already crying.
” Yeah go on and cry. I hope you don’t
mess around in New York.” She scoff and
threw my pills at me before departing the
kitchen.
” Ooops.” Leslie scoff and look down on
her phone.
I lift myself off the chair and walk out of
the kitchen still crying. I continuously
cried and smack the wall like it’s behind
every of my pain. Without thinking twice ,
I slip out of my sweat pants and put on
black jeans pants and baggy sweaters.
It’s a bit cold out there. I pick my car key
from the nightstand and storm out of the
room.
I ignite the engine and drive into the main
road. I don’t even know where I’m going ,
I don’t care cause I wanna be far from my
parents. I didn’t check the time so i
really didn’t know how long I’ve been
driving. For once I stop driving and halt
beside a road. It’s empty and peaceful
just like my neighborhood. I lean against
the seat and decide not to cry again. I
can never be happy again. Freddie took it
away the day he took advantage of me.
A cold air jolt me out of my thoughts as I
turn to my side. A stranger was seated
right next to me on my car as he shuts
the door. It’s a guy , not just a guy but a
really tempting man. Wait did I just call
someone tempting.
” What are you doing ? Who are you ?” I
stutter.
” What ! I just need a ride . You won’t turn
a stranger down right ?” He ask with a
smirk.
” I’m sorry , you should leave my car.”
” Car ?” He ask and I’m startled.
” Yes my car.”
He blink his eyes and look around my
car. Dad gifted this to me when i was 17.
” I only see a box.” He scoff and fastened
his seat belt.
” I’m gonna call the cops if you don’t
leave my car.” I yell at this stranger.
He surprisingly stretch his phone to me
with his cute smirk ? Wait cute ? God
Ariel.
” You might wanna use my phone to call
the cops. Maybe yours is down.” What a
prick.
I blink my eyes as my mouth gape at his
figure. What type of man oppressed a girl
because he’s… At that minute, I took him
in. He’s cute , yes I said cute. His grey
eyes was out of explanation , they are
taunting and taming. I noticed his jawline
and a little Arabic neck tattoo. Oh he has
tattoos. My eyes scan his face to his arm
and I could see his dark inked arm from
the sleeves of his black hoodie. He has
tattoos there too. He’s like a God. But
seriously , was I really checking him out ?
One minute ago I was depressed and now
I’m stuck with a total breath taking
stranger in my car. I’m not usually the girl
who has time to admire people especially
when I’m from a Christian family.
” Stop checking me out and please drive ,
Tinkerbell.”
I couldn’t make out words and this wasn’t
likely me. My eyes were already fix on
his. It travel down his face and his rubby
lips twitch as he smirk. Knowing fully well
I was just checking him out.
Woah Ariel breathe. I can do this without
embarrassing myself with just his sight.
Words can’t describe him but I’m sure
he’s illegal and bad news.
I’m never making heaven again.
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- Writer
