All Over Again
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Original - Misc › -FemSlash - Female/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
31
Views:
5,141
Reviews:
54
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Cuz I need to re-emphasize what fake means here goes:This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication i
July 1998
Ok here another chapter, I've been in a writing mode, so I'm taking advantage of it and I'm writing like crazy, just in case I hit road block I won't be in the single digit chapters still.
So as Usually
Enjoy.
July 21, 1998
Lucas officially moved out, he found a crappy cheap apartment, which I totally envied him for. He had manage to escape Mom's grasp although sadly I don't think she minded him moving. Which only gives me more ammunition in believing that mom really doesn't care about Lucas. I felt bad thinking that.
I hauled boxes into Lucas new/old apartment. “Hey can I live with you?” I asked as I found him sitting on the floor drinking water. It was hot, the A/C was shot, and we were almost done hauling all his stuff in.
“Yeah sure, just prepare for 'hell hath no fury like a scorned mother,'” he laughed as he threw me a bottle water and I ungracefully sat next to him.
“Mom is weird, you think she's like bi polar or schizophrenic shit,” I asked my eyes widening almost believing such a thing.
“Yeah and God goes to Hell every other week just to visit.” I laughed as I wiped the sweat from my forehead.
“Mom just can't accept we're growing up. Sadly since your the youngest she still hasn't cut the umbilical cord and your a girl so yeah,” Lucas groaned as he stretched his arms. He and I had hauled a ton of shit, no help from anyone else.
Mom can't accept me growing up, that would be a major problem.
We continue to unload boxes and we started to put things away, and semi decorate.
Most of his stuff were from thrift stores and Lucas income was limited, he works as an inventory checker at some huge warehouse.
“Why aren't you in school?” I asked as I realized Lucas would have already graduated if he had chosen to go to college. I was folding boxes and stacking them neatly as I glanced at him waiting for his answer.
“I don't wanna spend four years trying to figured out what I want to do with my life and then to realized that I don't like it. I have two hands I'll do what ever job upper society doesn't want to really do. I don't mind.” He smiled at me as he lightly punch me in the arm.
He walked back in the apartment, and I continue my task, one day I would know the real reason.
July 25, 1998
I woke up to yelling, but it wasn't yelling of anger more of despair, I shot out of bed and ran downstairs to see my mom crumpled on the floor and my dad just standing next to her. None of them had seen me yet. My dad slightly glanced at me and with his hand shooed me away. I crept back up the stairs and I threw what ever clothes I found and sneaked out the window, jumped to the tree and slide down and I ran. My chest was aching, I hadn't realized I was running a full sprint. Why was I running I had no clue.
I finally stopped on the corner of a major intersection. Walking straight would lead me to Lucy and to the right it would be to Justin.
I looked at the direction of the sun and figured it was barely eight in the morning both of them would not be awake.
So I walked and walked, I passed a park, a car wash, a gas station, a walmart, almost got run over my some old lady who was impatient of me walking across the street, when it was clearly my turn.
Suddenly I made it to the local library, a handful of people walked about as I made it to the alcove section they had and I found a seat. I was alone looking down at people. I leaned back and felt something wedge on the side of the seat and the wall.
I looked at the back cover some romance/tragedy story and then flipped it to the front, it was two women kissing and a third in the background heart broken.
“Ohhh,” escaped my lips as I opened the book and started reading.
I finally placed the book on the table in front of me as I wiped my eyes, I was pissed and sad, I hate the protagonist more than the antagonist. Weird but I did. I finally found a clock as I made my way out of the library, It was close to noon and I was starving.
Made my trek to Lucy's house uneventfully this time. She was home alone as I crashed in and rummage her fridge.
“what brings you here?” She asked as she put up her hair and wiped her face with a wash cloth.
“Family drama, my dad told me to leave,” I said nonchalantly
“what he kicked you out-,” she stopped my way to stare at me.
“No you moron, he and mom were having some type of argument.” I said as I made myself a sandwich.
Lucy nodded as she made one herself, “you have any clue what about?”
“No and I don't really want to know.”
After Lucy lunch session, I made my way to Justin's house only to find it empty, empty of people I mean. So reluctantly I made it home. My mom was gone but dad was in his favorite chair staring at the TV.
“Hi daddy,” I greeted as I kissed him in the cheek.
“Hey,” he mumbled back.
“Ok,” I nodded as I made my way up stairs to my room, I sat on my bed for what seemed to be the longest time, until I heard the front door slam.
Mom's home I thought, and I was right only this time, she seemed furious, at everyone.
“Elizabeth!!!” she shouted from the bottom of the stairs.
“Yeah,” I shouted back as I made it out of my room.
“where the hell did you go this morning, I didn't give you permission to go out.” She seethed with anger.
Inadvertently I rolled my eyes, big mistake, “I went to the library gee,” I responded shrugging my shoulders.
“Don't you sass me,” She started marching up the stairs.
“Crap,” I muttered.
“I don't ever want you to leave with out telling me where your going you understand.” She was mere inches from my face, but gah I couldn't help it.
“Gee mom what curl up and die.”
Never saw it coming, my face just stung and I was looking at another direction.
“The hell,” I whispered as I looked at her, with astounded eyes.
“No,” I shook my head. “No, no no no,” I shook my head I wanted to rub my cheek but I stopped myself.
My mother realized what I was going to do and she reeled back trying to hug me, but I pushed her aside as I made It down the stairs. I looked at my dad in which he only nodded.
With that I stormed out of the house, my mom manage to grab my arm as I was walking down the porch.
“where are you going?” she demanded I could feel her nails digging into my arm.
“I'm leaving, your not going to control my life, you had your eighteen years of playing barbie with me. No more. I will not be your punching bag. What ever the hell happened today, I will not take the brunt of it.” With that I shook my arm and left. I had decided also I was never coming back.
So as Usually
Enjoy.
July 21, 1998
Lucas officially moved out, he found a crappy cheap apartment, which I totally envied him for. He had manage to escape Mom's grasp although sadly I don't think she minded him moving. Which only gives me more ammunition in believing that mom really doesn't care about Lucas. I felt bad thinking that.
I hauled boxes into Lucas new/old apartment. “Hey can I live with you?” I asked as I found him sitting on the floor drinking water. It was hot, the A/C was shot, and we were almost done hauling all his stuff in.
“Yeah sure, just prepare for 'hell hath no fury like a scorned mother,'” he laughed as he threw me a bottle water and I ungracefully sat next to him.
“Mom is weird, you think she's like bi polar or schizophrenic shit,” I asked my eyes widening almost believing such a thing.
“Yeah and God goes to Hell every other week just to visit.” I laughed as I wiped the sweat from my forehead.
“Mom just can't accept we're growing up. Sadly since your the youngest she still hasn't cut the umbilical cord and your a girl so yeah,” Lucas groaned as he stretched his arms. He and I had hauled a ton of shit, no help from anyone else.
Mom can't accept me growing up, that would be a major problem.
We continue to unload boxes and we started to put things away, and semi decorate.
Most of his stuff were from thrift stores and Lucas income was limited, he works as an inventory checker at some huge warehouse.
“Why aren't you in school?” I asked as I realized Lucas would have already graduated if he had chosen to go to college. I was folding boxes and stacking them neatly as I glanced at him waiting for his answer.
“I don't wanna spend four years trying to figured out what I want to do with my life and then to realized that I don't like it. I have two hands I'll do what ever job upper society doesn't want to really do. I don't mind.” He smiled at me as he lightly punch me in the arm.
He walked back in the apartment, and I continue my task, one day I would know the real reason.
July 25, 1998
I woke up to yelling, but it wasn't yelling of anger more of despair, I shot out of bed and ran downstairs to see my mom crumpled on the floor and my dad just standing next to her. None of them had seen me yet. My dad slightly glanced at me and with his hand shooed me away. I crept back up the stairs and I threw what ever clothes I found and sneaked out the window, jumped to the tree and slide down and I ran. My chest was aching, I hadn't realized I was running a full sprint. Why was I running I had no clue.
I finally stopped on the corner of a major intersection. Walking straight would lead me to Lucy and to the right it would be to Justin.
I looked at the direction of the sun and figured it was barely eight in the morning both of them would not be awake.
So I walked and walked, I passed a park, a car wash, a gas station, a walmart, almost got run over my some old lady who was impatient of me walking across the street, when it was clearly my turn.
Suddenly I made it to the local library, a handful of people walked about as I made it to the alcove section they had and I found a seat. I was alone looking down at people. I leaned back and felt something wedge on the side of the seat and the wall.
I looked at the back cover some romance/tragedy story and then flipped it to the front, it was two women kissing and a third in the background heart broken.
“Ohhh,” escaped my lips as I opened the book and started reading.
I finally placed the book on the table in front of me as I wiped my eyes, I was pissed and sad, I hate the protagonist more than the antagonist. Weird but I did. I finally found a clock as I made my way out of the library, It was close to noon and I was starving.
Made my trek to Lucy's house uneventfully this time. She was home alone as I crashed in and rummage her fridge.
“what brings you here?” She asked as she put up her hair and wiped her face with a wash cloth.
“Family drama, my dad told me to leave,” I said nonchalantly
“what he kicked you out-,” she stopped my way to stare at me.
“No you moron, he and mom were having some type of argument.” I said as I made myself a sandwich.
Lucy nodded as she made one herself, “you have any clue what about?”
“No and I don't really want to know.”
After Lucy lunch session, I made my way to Justin's house only to find it empty, empty of people I mean. So reluctantly I made it home. My mom was gone but dad was in his favorite chair staring at the TV.
“Hi daddy,” I greeted as I kissed him in the cheek.
“Hey,” he mumbled back.
“Ok,” I nodded as I made my way up stairs to my room, I sat on my bed for what seemed to be the longest time, until I heard the front door slam.
Mom's home I thought, and I was right only this time, she seemed furious, at everyone.
“Elizabeth!!!” she shouted from the bottom of the stairs.
“Yeah,” I shouted back as I made it out of my room.
“where the hell did you go this morning, I didn't give you permission to go out.” She seethed with anger.
Inadvertently I rolled my eyes, big mistake, “I went to the library gee,” I responded shrugging my shoulders.
“Don't you sass me,” She started marching up the stairs.
“Crap,” I muttered.
“I don't ever want you to leave with out telling me where your going you understand.” She was mere inches from my face, but gah I couldn't help it.
“Gee mom what curl up and die.”
Never saw it coming, my face just stung and I was looking at another direction.
“The hell,” I whispered as I looked at her, with astounded eyes.
“No,” I shook my head. “No, no no no,” I shook my head I wanted to rub my cheek but I stopped myself.
My mother realized what I was going to do and she reeled back trying to hug me, but I pushed her aside as I made It down the stairs. I looked at my dad in which he only nodded.
With that I stormed out of the house, my mom manage to grab my arm as I was walking down the porch.
“where are you going?” she demanded I could feel her nails digging into my arm.
“I'm leaving, your not going to control my life, you had your eighteen years of playing barbie with me. No more. I will not be your punching bag. What ever the hell happened today, I will not take the brunt of it.” With that I shook my arm and left. I had decided also I was never coming back.