Escaping My Past

Chapter 2

A/N: This is LONG. It was 11 pages on the word document. I skimmed through the chapters I've already completed writing and realized I bunched a lot of events into a small time period, so I'm going to go through and editing some things. As of right now, the first 6 chapters happen in 2 days, and each chapter is at least a good 7 pages long on Word. But, I was okay with this chapter for now, so here you go!

BTW, the song on the side has nothing to do with the story, it's just an amazing song. I'm officially in love with Alex Clare.

Chapter 2

(Kody’s POV)

My mother, Charlotte Snyder, is the CEO of some big Food and Dairy Supplier company, meaning we’ve always been pretty well off when it comes to money. So I must say, it’s quite the experience staying in some motel in California’s Central Valley rather than a five-star hotel like usual. Not that I have a problem with it or anything. Regardless of our wealth, I’ve never been the spoiled brat Paris Hilton type, even though I’ve lived in a rather large house all my life and have always been surrounded by state of the art electronics and such. I never asked for all of my nice things, my mom just buys them for me. I think she feels bad because she’s never really around ever since becoming CEO shortly after my dad died 4 years ago, when I was 13. Ever since then, I’ve been home alone more often than not. I don’t mind though. My mom worked hard to get where she is and her job comes with a lot of responsibilities, including going out of town quite often for meetings and stuff.

Our Motel room was like any other motel room you might imagine. Ugly. The wall paper had a light floral print with a cream colored background. On one side of the room was a decently sized oak dresser with an old fashioned television on top, it even had bunny ear antennae. How cute. Next to the television there was a vanity mirror which could stand to be cleaned a bit more thoroughly. Are those kiss marks? Who the hell kisses a motel room mirror? On the opposite side of the room are two full sized beds with a heavily printed paisley pattern on the comforters. Gag. The nightstand in between the two beds had a simple white lamp on it with an old telephone next to it. The wall across from the doorway had a plain white door, which I assumed was the bathroom seeing as the sliding doors of the closet were next to it. It wasn’t as swanky as I’m used to, but at least it’s odor and bug free.

Scratch that. I just saw a nasty-ass-something crawl under the bed. Fantastic. (Note the sarcasm)

I tossed my duffel bag on the bed closest to the door, unzipping it and pulling out some clothes and my slippers before walking into the bathroom. I flipped on the light switch and waited a moment while the light flickered a few times before staying on. Being the girl that I am, my eyes immediately went to the mirror. I had too much adrenaline last night to sleep, especially after my mom finally revealed to me that we were going to California. We basically spent the whole night driving from Vegas to Central California, and it definitely showed on me. My pale skin, which usually looked smooth and creamy, just looked sick and translucent now. My big, dark blue eyes had dark spots and slight bags underneath them. My dark brown, almost black hair, looked lanky and dirty despite being pulled back into a bun. There were strands falling out all around my face that had been ticking my nose and cheeks every time I tilted my head down.

I sighed loudly and pulled my hair free of the stretched out hair tie and it fell in slight curls down to my waste. I started the shower, making sure it was nice and hot, and stepped out of my Toms while peeling off my striped tank top. I finished getting undressed and stepped into the hot fall of water, immediately aware of the lack of my favorite shampoos and soaps.

I tilted my head forward, letting the water run on the back of my neck and shoulders. I rolled my shoulders, trying to release some of the tension from folding my slender, 5’8” frame into a fetal position in the car all night. After washing my hair and standing under the water for another 20 minutes, I turned the shower off and stepped out before drying off and getting dressed in my black basketball shorts and my old choir T-shirt. I put on my Spongebob slippers, pulled my hair back into a bun and stepped out just as my mom was finishing a phone call.