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Chapter 3

  • Chapter 3
  • Every single mistake I make, they are always referring me as a whore 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 The church withdrawn the money they normally pay us and mom is always flaring up, using me as example.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 sex 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 shamed 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 chose to go to nun school. Afraid of being bullied again. And now I'm a rape 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 squeals. I don'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 snaps 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 sex with their boyfriend when they are supposed to be a nun in a convent." 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 slips out. I hate my life. I get up from the table with my ramen and turn to leave.
  • "And where are you going?" Dad asks 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 utters 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 advised 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.
  • "Yes..." Leslie squeals and takes a selfie of herself.
  • "You mind taking pictures of me?" She asks handing me her phone. I take it and wait for her to pose before taking pictures.
  • She poses 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 don'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 fingers 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.