Chapter 64

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I left the house quickly, not having a key to lock the front door, but not really caring about that fact either. The only think I was really focussed on was Midge and how I couldn’t let anything happen to her.

And if it did, I needed to be able to say that I’d been there to try and help her get away. I would hate myself even more so if I couldn’t say that I had tried. I knew that my mum was due home from work, but I didn’t want to wait any longer. I couldn’t I had to get there as quickly as I possibly could.

Although the cast on my leg was somewhat of an inconvenience, I knew that I just had to put up with it, despite the inconveniences. It didn’t seem to slow me down that much, so I was out of my street within a minute or so.

I knew that my mum would probably be driving home, and was probably going to flip out when she was when I wasn’t at home and would think that our entire conversation the previous night had been an utter waste.

I didn’t want her to think that – but I could easily explain. I had more important things to be doing. I had never really walked to their house before, so I wasn’t exactly sure how long it’d take me to get there, but it wasn’t long before my chest began to heave.

I was totally unfit, and in the given situation, it was not helping in the slightest. With every hard pounding of my cast on the pavement, it entire body ached as the oxygen tried to reach my muscles and work like my body wanted to.

I must’ve looked like an absolute idiot as I practically tried to run with my cast – not even using crutches. And for the first time in a long time, I thought back to my family in England.

My two younger sisters – Jenna and Tori – were probably so much happier because I had gone. I was like a rock, almost. Not one that held them together, but one that dragged them down. I was the rock in an already drowning family, and if I hadn’t left, my parents would definitely be divorced.

I never really had fit in – Huntington was the first place where I felt as though I belonged in a community, and I had blown it. Even though I was trying to reconcile everything, there was obviously a small chance that it may never happen.

Jenna would be thirteen and Tori would be fifteen by then, and they’d probably been a lot happier together than they’d been at all throughout their lives. I hadn’t exactly thought much about them, but I wondered then if they ever thought of me.

For a small part of our childhood together – before we all properly knew and understood the total rip in our parent’s relationship because of me – we had been close. We didn’t know any better.

I smiled slightly, remembering how excited Tori and I were when my mum told us she was pregnant again. I was only about three, but that was one thing about the family I remembered so vividly.

We’d been picked up from a playgroup by our grandmother – she’d come early for us because she said that something exciting was happening at home. When we’d got back, our parents were teary eyed and happy, hugging us both and telling us how happy we were going to be.

Which was a really great example of how things change. I remembered holding Jenna in the hospital when she was an hour old, and I couldn’t have felt prouder to be her big sister, which heavily contrasted with the way I had felt about her every time I even looked at her before I left.

It had hurt me more so to see her and Tori remain so close after I had been reprimanded and pushed aside, and although the situations were different, it felt a lot like that in Huntington. I was still at a point where I wanted to cry out for my dad’s attention, but I knew I had to put it all right first.

I was about two miles away from home when the roads began to once more fill with cars and buses. That was probably the reason why I didn’t really notice or think anything of it when a car slowed down behind me and pulled up, rolling the window down so that I could hear the music that was blasting.

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