Escape. 1
My heart throbbed in my stomach as I leaned further.
Was I really going to do this? Yes... Yes I was.
“Antonelle,” I heard my dad call as he thudded up the stairs, two at a time. I gasped and looked up to my door, I snapped my laptop shut and slipped it under my pillow. Dad could never find out about this, never.
He drifted into my room with his reading glasses in one of his hands. I knew what was coming; I could see the excitement building up in his eyes. He padded over to the bean bags piled high in front of my balcony and sat down.
“I’m going to be going to-”
“Which book is it this time?” I snapped. He was leaving me, again. I knew I should’ve been used to it by now but it still stung inside; he was going to some hot place and leaving me here by myself. Again.
“Antonelle darling- this book is different,” he smiled, “It’s about a woman who murders her husband in Barbados and-”
“You’re going to Barbados...”
“No, first I’m going to Rhode University to have a feel of being at being a kid again since the man and woman met when they were at...” I switch off completely- he was going to all the places I wanted to go to. Chicago, Barbados, Egypt and South Africa.
“Well... don’t forget to send me a postcard,” I muttered before he stood up and left me in my room again. I flopped backwards onto my bed, both arms stretched out beside me. My fingers felt the plastic of my laptop and I knew exactly what I was going to do.
I was going to run away.
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