Immortal, Sammantha Lewis [librera reader .TXT] 📗

I woke up the next morning with dried rears on my face. I got out of bed and did my normal routine. After flat ironing I took some clothes out of the suit case and switch out some new clothes. I slipped on a zebra striped shirt that hung of my left shoulder. I grabbed my black military style jack and my torn skinny jeans, with my gray sued boots. I found my favorite dream catcher earring with black feathers. And my long necklace with a music not pendent on it.
I carried the five suit cases to the top of the stairs. I piled them on top of one another and gave them a good kick down the stairs. If I was going to leave I wasn’t going to go silently. I ran into my room and picked up my guitar case and purse. I ran down stairs, and when my mom ran out of her room, right on time Sean rang the doorbell.
“Whoa what happened?” he commented about the scattered bags.
“Don’t ask, just carry.” I told him I wanted to go before mom blew a fuse. Before I walked out of the house I turned around and looked up at her.
“Bye mom.” I said with a tinge of hatred in my voice.
“Bye brat.” She said. I won’t lie, when she called me a brat it stung. I turned around and helped carry my bags out of the house. That was the last time I saw my little blue tinted house with a dead lawn and picket fence. I crawled into my mom’s mini can and buckle my seat belt.
“Thanks for the rid Mrs. Thort.” I told her.
“Not a problem. Oh and I’m so sorry about what happened between you and your mother.”
“It’s not your fault.” I told her. As we drove down the road I remembered something very important. I pulled out my phone and dialed my mom best friend/therapist/doctor Dr. Carl Patrick.
“Hello?” I heard him answer.
“Hey Carl, listen I need a favor from you.”
“What is it?” He asked.
“My mom kicked me out and she’s stopped taking her pills. I need you to check up on her once in a while, not just ‘call her and believe everything she says'. I mean ‘go to our house and make sure she’s okay.’ I’m moving to California so I won’t be able to do that, also I think she would shoot me if a even rang the door bell”
“I understand. Tell Tyler I said hi.”
“Will do. Thanks Dr. P.”
“Good luck Allie.” He said. I hung up the phone. Mrs. Thort looked at me in the rearview mirror.
“Is everything alright?” she asked me.
“Yeah, I just needed to make some arrangements. I don’t want her killing her self once I leave.” I said as I looked in the mirror at her. I quickly looked away when Sean and I locked eyes. Great I’m to much of a coward to him in the eyes. Needless to say the rest of the car ride was mainly use listening to music, as I stared out the window.
As we pulled in to the parking lot of the airport my heart sunk. When I finally realized that this was all real. I had been hoping that this was nothing more than a horrible nightmare. However, this was real as you can get. I whipped away a stray tear as she pulled the key out of the ignition. Sean turned around and gave me a reassuring smile which quickly faded. I did the same to him. I hopped out of the car and grabbed my three of the my five bags we carried them into the airport. Then after the endless waiting, baggage check, metal detector, I was now face-to-face with what seemed to me like the gates of hell. Sean Held my hand the entire time I sat there waiting to board. When I heard an annoying woman’s high pitched voice over the intercom that I was now boarding to plane. Great. As I stood up to leave Sean walked with me, never letting go of my hand.
“Well I guess this is good bey.” I sad choking up as I spoke.
“I’ll miss you.” He said.
“Sean I-“ before I could finish speaking. He slammed his lips into mine. At first I was shocke when I had no idea what to do, but then stared mimicking th movements of his lips. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer. Her rested his hands on my hips and pulled me closer as well. There’s a lack of words how I was feeling. I was mesmerized at how amazing this one moment was, but at the sam time my heart ached knowing that this was my first and last time kissing him. Sean let go of my hips an looked me with his crystal blue eyes.
“You should go…” he said. I bit my lip and nodded my head. Unwillingly my legs inched away from him and started down the tunnel. I turned around and mouthed him “I love you.” He then mouthed back “me too.” I smiled at him as if I was telling him I’ll be fine. With that I boared the larged white plane and took my seat in the far back of the plain. I sat down next to the window and pulled out my iPod. I ironically the song that started playing was “Please don’t go.” I quick switched it to “Just a Kiss.” By Lady Antebellum. I laid my head back and took deep breaths, as I indulged my self with vocals and replayed the kiss I shared with Sean just moments ago over and over in my head. As the plane stared to move I felt as if I was forgetting something. I closed my eyes and tried my hardest to fall asleep. In just a few hours I would be in San Francisco, and I would see my brother, I’ll run up and hug him, and he’ll do the same. Yup, just a few hours.
I woke up to that same high pitched voice I had heard earlier in the airport. My eyes flew open as I felt descending. I turned to the window next to me and saw the San Francisco International airport.
I could feel that Tyler was waiting for me at the baggage claim. I had to stop my self from unbuckling my seat and parachuting out of the plane. I waited impatiently as the plain landed roughly onto the runway. 15 minutes until I could see my brother …that was only 900 hundred seconds to go depending on how fast these people walk. So possible 1020 seconds. Fuck that made it seam longer! I was staring to get ansty and started to drum my fingers on my knees. The young boy with a Yankees cap on stared at me with wide eyes, and his mouth hung open as he leaned away from me. That’s awesome I scare small children.
When we were finally let of the plane I grabbed my guitar (yes my guitar was my carry on item, I honestly don’t trust a stranger with my baby.) and fast walked off the plane. I didn’t take the moving side walk, instead I ran full speed to the baggage claim. Many people stared at the rocked chick running with a guitar case on her back. I stopped at to top of the escalator, trying to catch my breath. There I saw a guy wearing a dark blue beanie over his caramel brown hair, that was the exact same color as mine. When I reached the bottom of the escalator Tyler walk over to me.
“There she is in all her rocker glory” I ran up to him and gave him a bear hug.
“I fucking missed you!”
“I missed you too.” He put his arm around my shoulder, after I collected my five bags. He lead me out side to a dark blue Mitsubishi Outlander.
“Is that your?” What happened to the bronco?” I asked him.
“Unfortunately the bronco wheezed it’s last wheeze, so when dad found out he bought me this amazing boss car. As much as I loved the bronco, I honestly do not miss it at all.” As we walked to the car I say something move in the front seat.
“Who’s in the car?”
“Rebecca.” Was all he said.
“Who?” I asked him but he didn’t answer. He pooped the hatch and put my bags in the back, I slid into the back seat and Tyler slid into the drivers seat.
A blond haired-blue eyed girl leaned and looked over at me. I felt like Lindsey Lohan in life size. I could swear I was looking at the most perfect girl I had ever seen. She had shinning blue eyes, pale white skin, pink plump lips, wite teeth, perfect skin, perfect hair, and a perfect figure. As for her clothes…let’s say I don’t think she wore any think that she wore anything that didn’t have someone’s name on it.
“Hi, you must be Allie.” She said with a high pitched voice.
“And you must be Rebecca.” I told her. She extended her hand to me,
"Welcome to San Francisco."
"I’ve been here before." I said in a flat voice. Tyler shot me “the look”, but I only rolled my eyes. I tried not to laugh when I saw Rebecca telepathically tell Tyler, ‘is this little bitch really going to live with us?” and Tyler shrugged as if he was saying
"not my fault!" I think I’m going to enjoy living here.

We pulled up to a large yellow town house. The house matched the rest of the neighborhood with its similarity in a Victorian style. The house had three floors and a pointed roof. The pale yellow paint and white rims seamed florescent under the afternoon sun. We pulled into the garage, and Tyler turned off the car and looked back at me and smiled,
“Well, were here.” We all slid out of the car and Rebecca went inside the house while Tyler and I unloaded my bags.
“I need you to play nice with Rebecca. Kay?” He asked me I nodded my head and grabbed one suitcase.
“When have I not played nice?” I said sarcastically. Tyler rolled his eyes at me and piled the other three bags onto my arms so that I was caring all five. I struggled to hold my balances I as I stumbled out of the garage. Tyler led me up the stairs into an empty room with stripped bed.
“This was my room, but you can have it, I’ll just share with Tyler.” I heard Rebecca chimed from the other side of the hall. I smiled at her and thanked her. Be nice. Be nice. She means well. I kept reminding myself. I looked around the room and