Asher
Brenton
The windy morning woke me up from sleep as I sat up on Averly's bed. The naked white walls greeted me, the bare brown coffee table stood there as the windows were slightly open, letting the cold in. I didn't care about the winter because our harshness was the only thing we had in common. It was raining outside and I was still sweltering in my dense hoodie.
"Get ready. I'll drive you to school." I didn't realize that dad opened the door when he stated that to me and left the door open. I inhaled and exhaled like Averly taught me to and stood up to go back to my room.
I was in a dire need of a shower, my hoodie made me sweat, so I reached my bathroom, stripped my clothes off and stepped into the steaming hot water, I let it drizzle over me and stood still under the shower head. I closed my eyes as the vapor coated my body, my black thoughts accompanied me as I leaned my forehead on the bathroom wall.
Then it irked me when the girl's image popped in my head before I quickly opened my eyes. Recently, she flashed in my mind often and it made me all the more lost. It was a foreign feeling and my mind rejected it. After fifteen minutes of my safe daze, I got out and dried myself.
After I dressed up in my white shirt and black jacket that matched with my dark washed jeans and boots, I went down to my parents with my bag on my shoulder. Mom sat down as she talked to my dad.
"We need to go somewhere else. I can't stand this."
"Anya, we can't. The lawyers want me here and it's our only income." My dad reasoned stoically.
"But this place isn't where we belong. Let's go back to the states." She tried her luck again, but dad slammed his fists on the table, his temper rised as I watched them from the door.
"I told you no." He sneered.
But I knew my stubborn mom.
"Our daughter died, do you expect me to live here?" She retaliated, my dad was minutes away from beating her, so I showed myself in front of them.
"I'm ready." They both scowled at me as they raged hard. But I couldn't care less as I laid my back on the side.
Dad got up and ushered me outside with his work suitcase. I got into his car as the dead silence became our friend when dad pressed on the gas. While the car moved, my dad started the usual insults.
"Why don't you have a life?" He sneered, he looked as malicious as he was on the inside with his pointy nose and the dark bushes over his stale brown eyes. "You are a failing in your classes, you continue to disappoint us."
For anyone that had these kind of fathers, they would flinch or feel wounded, it didn't make me slip up or anything.
It felt like absolute nothingness. I just listened to him without any words from me. I wasn't good in words.
All I viewed was the rain drops on the shield, the pretty frozen river on the side as the fine lines seperated them from the small blustery wooden houses that had icicles on the edges. The birds that took flights above it and the leaves that dropped down to the bone-chilling ground. And then there was just the shadows of me and Averly and Jocelyn that ice skated on that same river with windswept tears and laughter before.
Dad roughly stopped the engine, he came out of the driver's seat and got to the side of my door, pulled the door open and grabbed me from my collar. He threw me off into the ice with my bag. He did that whenever he was pissed off at mom, he would bash me into the piles of snow near the school because he didn't want to be seen with me.
But as he drove off with lightning speed, my eyes went off of the distance to the girl that witnessed it all.