As expected, dragging myself up was the most difficult task imaginable. My mobile was still clutched in my flopped out hand and I realised I had three missed calls. Two from Nadine and one from Lydia. I'm surprised they hadn't woken me up. I guess I had just been too tired.
I moaned loudly and groggily rolled off my bed. I glanced down at my awfully wrinkled clothes and matted hair. I needed to remember never to sleep in my clothes again. Was I going to go downstairs like this? What happened if this Greg guy was already down there? Did I even care if he saw me in this state?
My answer was given almost immediately when my Mum poked her head around the door. I scowled her for not knocking. I hated when she did that, I deserved some privacy.
"Kat, I've got your suitcase down from the loft for you... start packing..." She shot me a crooked smile before she disappeared again. I hated that she was going about this so calmly. It was almost as if she was excited for me to leave. I bet she would throw a fucking celebratory party if she could. I could tell she had been waiting for this day forever.
I seriously considered not packing and just refusing to leave my room, but I knew that would seem childish. I wasn't about to throw a pathetic little tantrum in front of her, that would mean she had won. I wouldn't give her the satisfaction of knowing that she had broken me. I would just give her the silent treatment instead because I knew how much that truly annoyed her.
So reluctantly, I pulled my large, black suitcase from the landing and threw it onto the bed. It seemed so wrong. I had never used this suitcase for anything more than going on holiday. But now, I definitely wasn't going on holiday. I was going to a fucking prison camp.
Hastily, I opened my wardrobe, grabbed every piece of clothing I owned in one swipe and flung them into the suitcase in a messy pile. I then picked out an outfit quickly from the mound, deciding that I should probably change. I wasn't a total tramp.
I pulled on my favourite, acid washed skinny jeans and a plain black t-shirt that was pretty tight and low cut. All of my clothing was pretty much like that though. It was probably why I was always labelled as a 'slut' or a 'slag' by people at school, but I honestly didn't care. It got me some kind of attention and that's all I really wanted.
I then ran a brush through my electric blue hair, making sure my fringe was perfectly sitting above my eyes. I still looked a state, but better than I had been a few minutes prior.
"Katrina! Greg is here!" My mum called from the bottom of the stairs in a sweetly sick tone. My heart skipped a beat and I finished off shoving my belongings in my tightly packed suitcase before zipping it up. I knew this wasn't going to go well. I was apprehensive to meet this guy.
I looked around my bedroom for one last time and sighed. I had practically grown up in this tiny little room. It's where I would hide out when I was scared and cry when I wanted no one to see me fall apart.
Why was this happening to me now? I didn't want to leave. I wanted to stay here where I was somewhat safe. Maybe it wasn't too late to run away? Maybe I still had time? I shook my head.
I then began dragging the case down the stairs, making sure that each step caused a loud thumping noise. I wanted to make a good impression after all, making as much noise as possible would get me noticed.
When I was halfway down, I saw Mum and this Greg guy standing in the living room chatting. I was oddly surprised by his appearance, because he wasn't what I expected at all.
His fair hair was quite long and shaggy which matched his scruffy looking beard. He was wearing a light blue polo shirt and black trousers that were covered in colourful splotches of paint. He looked more like a construction worker than a bloody therapist. Perhaps this was all some sick joke. Perhaps he wasn't really a therapist and he was going to take me away to kill me. I wouldn't be too shocked.
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She's A Hurricane
Teen FictionSince she was a little girl, Kat has been in a dangerous downward spiral with her only aim being to cause destruction. After being arrested for what seems like the hundredth time, her mother has finally had enough. Sent off to stay in a secluded, co...