Rejected Life

Chapter 1

Sang Sorenson POV:

We were finally moving from that old creepy house. Not that it was something new for me, I have already lost count of the number of 'homes' I already had. But seeing as my mother never lets me out, every opportunity of seeing the real world is exciting.

This time though, I feel like something more important is going to happen. A feeling in my gut I have yet to decide if it's good or bad, as it may have to do with my father not coming with us.

"Sang! Get out of your head, we're here." my sister, Marie, said.

I got out of the car and watched as mom went hide in her room due to the man in the moving trunk. Since she discovered my father was cheating on her, she developed agoraphobia, especially towards men, always thinking they were going to lure their ways into mine and Marie pants.

" Sang! C'mon, I lost you again" repeated my sister.

I went to her and we silently started unpacking the boxes. She didn't really have to help, since mom always made me do the chores, making me appreciate the action even more. Marie and I had a complicated relationship. We always covered one for the other, and took care of ourselves as mother stopped doing it for us. However, we didn't have heart to heart conversations, nor did we just spend time with each other for the fun of it, and because of this, I always thought of her more like an ally than a sister, a relationship close to mutualism.

"She's getting worse you know. We're going to have to be more careful." I whispered to her, afraid mother could hear us from her room on the first floor.

"I know." she answered. "But she's also resting more, we don't have to worry so much with her seeing us going out, nowadays all she does is sleep in her room".

"Yeah, but I'm still scared. I wouldn't want a repeat from last time she caught us." I shivered slightly from the memory.

"It's not going to happen again Sang. Don't worry. Think that it's only one more year until I become of age, and then I can take your guard, and she'll be out of our lives."

I didn't answer anymore. I know Marie is trying to keep my hopes up, but I also know things are not as fast as she makes them sound. Even if in one year she can start the process of taking me away from mom, it will take some time, as well as money, until it is resolved, and in this I'm going to still be here, in the clutches of the person we call mother.

After we finished, Marie went to her room, in order to organize her things, seeing as our rooms were the only messy part of the house now. Knowing that I didn't have many things, I finished mine quite quickly. When we were young Marie always divided her belongings with me, as she was the one that received more things, but as time went by, mother fought with her, saying I didn't deserve the toys and clothes of her precious older daughter. Obviously Marie disagreed, but mom always has her ways of winning. So now, I only had a wardrobe (which was full of second handed clothes), a desk for my studies, and my very worn out bed, all the while my sister continued receiving presents that she couldn't care less about.

It was getting a little late now, as the sun was vanishing from the sky leading to the hours of darkness. I was also getting bored, having nothing to do, so I checked on mom, and seeing as she was blacked out in her bed, with pills all over her bedside desk, I went out of the house to explore.

"Marie, I'm going out." I told her, as I stopped outside of her room.

"Okay" was her only reply.

With that, I went through the front door, wanting to get a real feel of our new neighborhood. As I was walking, I noticed that there weren't that many houses in our street, and all of them had a good space, which could hold a large amount of privacy. I also noted that behind our new house was the beginning of a forest, which I would certainly pass some time in. Now, another interesting thing was the church at the end of the street, it seemed beautiful, but just looking at it, I had a feeling that it wasn't used for the religious purpose it was built for.

Suddenly, I heard a shout, startling me out of my mind and my perceptive thoughts of the street I was living in now.

"Look out!" the voice said, making me confused for a second, but in the next one, something heavy knocked me out of my breath and made me fall butt first to the ground.

I was disoriented for a few moments, but as I regained my senses, a wet tongue licked my cheeks, making giggles come out of my mouth. I began petting the beautiful golden retriever still smiling slightly, not realizing that its owner was in front of me, observing the scene, until he cleared his throat.

"I'm so sorry about Max. He doesn't usually behaves this way. Are you hurt?" He asked, seeming genuinely concerned.

"Well, I could use some help getting this cute, but fat boy out of my lap" I told him.

"Oh yeah, of course, sorry I didn't even realize he was still on top of you." He started "Max come on, get off of her." He ordered the dog, who seemed well trained as he obeyed his owner without complaint.

After getting Max out of my legs, the stranger helped me up, and I used this time to really get a good look at him. He had brown hair, which was cut in a way that couldn't reach his eyes, but was also not short, his brilliant green eyes, a little darker than mine, were behind black squared glasses, that complimented his face graciously. You could see he had a nerd air in him, but his clothes did nothing to hide the fact that he also trained his body.

Seeing as I was staring too much, I decided to snap out of it and talk to him, only to surprise myself, as he was also assessing my looks. But his eyes suddenly stopped at my left hand. I looked down, only to realize it was bleeding, nothing much, but still it hurt a bit.

"Look at your hand, I'm so sorry, I didn't know he was going to run away like that." he guiltily said to me.

"That's okay, these things happen, and it wasn't your fault so you can stop apologising now." I told him, really thinking that it was just an accident that didn't need someone to take the blame for.

"But I'm still feeling bad. Please just let me take care of your hand, my house is in this street, and this way I will feel better." He asked, and in this moment I remembered my mother's words.

"Never trust men, they never tell you the truth, they only want one thing."

Of course, I never believed her when she told me that every men in the world was bad. I knew that certainly someone out there had to be good, and seeing the concern for me in his eyes, an emotion that was so foreign directed at me, I couldn't help but nod my head and let him guide me through the street to his house.

"Oh and by the way my name is Dakota, but you can call me Kota, all my friends do" he told me.

And with this, he put a smile on my face. Maybe I was finally making some good new friends here.