Escapade Part 1

So tonight is the night that I will finally be free. No one knows where I'm going. I am already packed and ready to go. Now all I need is the urge to tell them I am leaving. What should I say? How should I say it? Should I even bother saying goodbye?

I look at the dog and ask, "What do you think? Should I bother telling them?"
He whimpered.

I picked up my bag and took it to the car. I'll just make believe I'm going out tonight and they won't notice a thing. Hopefully, they won't even bother calling my cell phone. This is horrible, you must be thinking. Their only daughter packing up and leaving without a word. It's not as if they care. They probably will not even notice!

I can bet a million dollars and lose that bet. Just because I bet a million dollars, otherwise they truly wouldnt notice. It is not fair. Why should I leave? They should leave. Oh yeah, it's their house.

"So I thought about saying goodbye. And I decided I won't."
He whimpered again. Bastard.

This dog is going to make me hug my mother like it is the last time she would see me, I don't want to promise her anything. I don't want her to know where I'm going. I just know that I want her to tell me "Everything is going to be okay" and let me go. Let me have my way. Let me be. But of course, I won't get that. I'm going to get hugged and pulled and told to stay. I don't want to stay! I refuse to stay any longer.

I am too old for this anymore. I am leaving. AND no one will stop me!

So I walked outside and pushed the backpack into my car. Here I was waiting on them to get home, watching TV. I had to make things look fine knowing I wasn't.

Knock. Knock.
They're here and they need help getting in. I come out and see that they had done some grocery shopping. I help bring in some bags and return to my room. I'd rather be alone and listen to my thoughts than speak to them and make things harder on myself. The last thing I needed was a reason to cry and tell them my thought process. Here I am, watching TV, dressed and almost ready to leave. When am I going to say goodbye? That's all I need to do. HUG THEM GOODBYE.

I moved on from my bed onto my couch. I couldn't help not be restless. It was almost time.

I held my chin up high and walked to my mom. I hugged her from the back and told her I'd see her later on. Maybe all I needed was that. Just to hug her. She gave me her blessings. I walked out the door. Relief splashed my face knowing I was free.