It's Just the Way It Is

Part II: The Change Chapter 15: Run

I shook my head as I stared off into space was hold up my finger signalling her to stop talking. "And he said that my cousin was going to take me home?" I asked without meeting her eyes.

"Yes."

I looked at the clock. 9:23 a.m. "At around ten thirty they should probably be here?"

"Seems reasonable." She commented.

I eyed her suspiciously. "You're not lying to me, are you?"

"Vanessa, I would not lie about these things." She stated. She stood up as if saying this meeting was over. "I'm sending you up to your dorm to grab you belongings and be prepared by the time they get here. Please remember to not horse around since there are still classes going on."

I nodded and said my thanks as I fled out of the office and my way towards the dormatory.

My head was like a hurricane of questions and theories on what was going on. I had absolutely no idea what was happening, but all I knew is that whatever it was, something pretty big was going on. There was no way my dad would actually call the school and tell them that he just suddenly wanted to take me home. He doesn't do that. In fact this is the first time he's ever made communication with this school, let alone anything to do with my life. He never interacts with me in any way but by giving me a bunch of expensive, meaningless gifts. Something was going on and my dad isn't telling me anything about it.

Once in my dorm, I tried to quickly pack up everything so that I could use the remaining time trying to answer all my questions. Before I could even pack a single thing, a question popped up in my head.

Where is home?

I've discussed this before with Gavin once, and that was the last and first time I've discussed that topic with anyone. Part of me was telling myself to stop asking stupid things and that everything will be revealed soon, but another part of me was really curious in knowing the truth.

I don't know where is home, more like what is home.

Is Dad even sending me to Mom? Am I going to San Francisco to stay with Mom? What if Dad sent me to him? What if I'm going to Michigan? Why would I be going to Michigan?

Suddenly this trip didn't sound too satisfying. I don't wanna go. I don't wanna to leave this place, even though I complain and complain of not ever going home, but the thought of actually going home scares me. It means facing the things I try to hide most in my life. I don't want repeats of my past haunting me back with terrifying memories of my childhood. I can't relive any one of those horrifying moments. It was just too much for me.

I sat on my bed and began to weep silently as I covered my face with my hands. It's been so long since I've remember these things. Thinking about them hurt as much as living them. OBA became my safe haven for three years, and now it's being taken away from me for who knows how long.

Get a grip, I told myself. I wiped the tears off my face, blew my nose, and began to pack. I don't even know what I packed, but the thought didn't occur to me since I was too distracted by my own personal problems to even think about whether I should bring a long sleeve or short sleeve. Jeans or shorts? Sweaters or jackets? Too many questions, so many choices.

Once I finished packing after what seemed like forever, I got my separate bag and began to pack my phone, charger, ear buds, notebook, pen and pencil, gum, cap stick, and bunch or other pointless small things that I find more useful. As soon as I finished, I swung my bag over my shoulder and took out my notebook. I had at least a few minutes before my cousin got here, so I thought I would at least try and write something.