Cut by Layla Harding

Author:Layla Harding [Harding, Layla]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781514231821
Amazon: 1514231824
Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
Published: 2015-06-13T23:00:00+00:00

13.

I shoved handfuls of t-shirts and underwear into my bag, grabbed sheet music without even looking to see what it was, and gathered the cords for my laptop. As I stuffed my phone charger into the side pocket I realized I was really doing it. When I left for school, I had no intention of coming back. Ever.

Mom was stirring upstairs. If I didn’t get moving I would have to find a way to sneak my stuff out to the car without her seeing. And I would be late for school. I just needed to hear the front door slam—the sound that meant Dad was gone.

The seconds ticked by. I could hear him in the kitchen. Then walking back to his bedroom. In the living room. What the hell was he doing? If I didn’t leave in ten minutes I would need a written excuse to get into class. Shit. Was that the door?

I slung the bag over my shoulder. Where was my backpack? Was it still in my car? I desperately tried to remember if I had carried it in the day before. Had I gone into the piano room last night? Was it in there? It had to be in my car. I had to leave. I had to get out.

I raced up the stairs, my bag banging against the stairwell. God, please don’t let her come out because of the noise. Shit, where were my keys? In my pocket. They were in my pocket. I could feel them digging into my thigh with each step. My head was sprinting in a thousand different directions.

My hand was on the front door, the finish line was right there—sunlight, freedom, escape.

“Persephone, what are you doing?” Shit. I didn’t turn around.

“Going to school, Mom. I’m running late.” Please let me go. No more questions. Just let me go.

“What’s in the bag? It looks like you’re running a- oh. I see.” Breathe. All you have to do is breathe. Then open the front door and walk away. You can do this.

I leaned my head against the door. “Mom, I—”

“No, you need to go. You’ll be late for school—you should go. Please take care of yourself.”

“I will, Mom.” I walked out the door.

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