Breakaway Fallen
"I wished for something I could not touch,
A dream I could not reach,
But never did I think that my eyes,
Could spot something only I could see....."
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"Kelly!! Get your butt out of bed" My mothers voice rose up from downstairs. I looked away from my window to the door.
I was already up and my mother would have remembered that if she wasn't cold stone drunk. I shake my head and get off my window seat. I pull on my leather jacket and pick up my backpack before making my way out of my room.
"Well, look who's finally awake" My mother slurs at me as I reach the bottom step which I sit down on. I grab my shoes from a little way off next to the wall and pull them on. Black and Blue, all star sneakers. "Your father was out before you"
"He's not my father, Natalie" I snap, standing up. I walk straight past my mother and don't stop ignoring her rant about how Eric is my father. How I should also not call my own mother by her first name.
I ignore all of that and make it out the door. I jump into my car and turn on the ignition, seeing my mothers angry face at the door. She's drunk, remember that, Kelly. When she's like this she's not the mother who you grew up with.
I swallow, then reverse down the driveway not looking back as I head towards Micheal's house. Its a three minute drive. I mean there is no stinking trip that is longer than a ten minute drive or a thirty minute walk in this town.
"Hello, how may Miss Kelly be today?" Micheal asks sliding into the passanger seat almost as soon as I pull up outside his house.
I turn and look at him and he sighs. "If you're that worried about her Kelly you should tell someone"
"Like anyone in this town doesn't know. They didn't want to help when my father died whats different now" I say letting my head drop and beginning to drive again. Its true everyone in the town does know the story of poor Kelly Oliveson and her heartbroken drunk mother and druggy step-father.
Not that my step-father is around that often. He only comes over a few days a week traveling from the closest city.
"I would help you, Kelly. I've offered you a place to stay millions of times" Micheal says shaking his head as we drive past the town edge.
Schools in the next town. And all students from this and that town go there. "Besides you're finishing school finally this year. Maybe we should go to the big city for university together? You know get away from this smelly town finally"
"Maybe" I whisper concentrating on the road. And Micheal doesn't start up the conversation again. Instead he leans forward his bare arm brushing mine as he turns on the radio. I take in a sharp breath and I see Micheal look at me pain in his eyes.
I know he likes me. He made that clear last year when he asked me out and I do like him back. Its just..... Its just...... I don't feel ready. Not with my mum a drunken wreck.
And I know Micheal dreams of us attending college together is more then just friends living together.... He wants us to be together. And I want to be with him. But like I said..... I can't leave my mum and theres some doubt in my mind of if I do like him occasionally.
From when he dated Trisha a few months before he admitted his feelings. I felt nothing more than friendship for him until then. Maybe.... maybe what I feel for him isn't love for a partner but a sort of love for a brother.
And I'm trying to make it out as love cause I don't want to hurt him. Which I really don't.
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"....For the heart should only beat for one,
And one is enough for me"





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