Breathe Me
Goodbye California
Oct. 1, 2013
Faith's POV:
I could hear the sound of the waves hitting the rocks as I stared out my bedroom window. I thought about how much I would miss the beach. I didn't sleep at all. How could I? I was being dragged out of the place I loved. California was the place I was born and raised. It was where my parents met; where they fell in love. When I was younger, I never saw my parents fight. We were like one big happy family. I wondered if I would ever meet a person who will actually love me for me. Lol, nah. When i was 10 years old, my dad told me the story of how they fell in love. it was like a fairytale. i instantly fell in love with their story. I wish one day i can tell my children of how I fell in love with that one person. My oldest brother,Liam interrupted my thoughts
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(A/N: No, it's not Liam Payne. He will come later in the story!)
"Mornin' sunshine," he said. I could hear him smirk. I turned around to find Liam in only his boxers. "Put some clothes on, will ya?" I scrunched up my nose. "Aha, yeah when I clean my own room. Faith you look like shit," he practically yelled. "Don't cuss," I muttered under my breath. "Anyways, breakfast is ready. We're having bacon!" He said a little bit too excited. "Yuck," I said disgustedly. "Faith, how can you not like bacon??Don't you know how delicious pork is??" "Yeah, yeah. Just get out so I can get ready." Liam stood there for a second, looking as restarted as ever. He finally left, so I went to get my stuff to take a shower and went to the bathroom. You see, I don't have my own bathroom. I have to share it with my dad AND my three older brothers. Ugh, it sucks being the only girl. My older brother Liam is 20.(No, he's doesn't have his own place. None of my three brothers do though. They're practically 10 year olds.) Next is my brother Noah who is 19 and my other brother Ethan who is 18. And I'm 17. I stared at the long mirror. I hate what stared back at me. My hair was messy, I had bags under my eyes, and I looked as fat as ever. I turned on the water and waited for it to warm up. I took off my clothes and felt disgusted. I had scars on my left arm, some on my stomach, and on my huge thighs. I noticed my thigh gap was less noticible. I couldn't see my hip bones anymore either. I shook my head and quickly got under the warm water.
After my shower I got some skinny jeans, Vans, a 'The Beatles' shirt, and a beanie. No, I'm not that type of girl who knew a lot about fashion and stuff okay. I put on my bracelets to cover up my scars. I was just about to brush my teeth when my dad walked in. "Hey sweetheart. You missed breakfast," he came and gave me a hug. I hugged him back, of course. "Sorry daddy, I just wanted to get ready early." "It's okay. But don't you want to eat anything before you brush your teeth?" No, I thought. "Oh, I already brushed my teeth," I lied. I hated lying to him. Then why did I do it? I don't know. I saw his face and spoke up again. "But I'll grab some cookies or something on the way out to eat in the car," I smiled up at him. He smiled back at me. "Okay, sweetheart. Where are your bags? I'm taking everything to the car now." I suddenly rememberd. We're leaving California.. "They're over there dad," I pointed to the corner of my room. "Okay. Hurry up sweetheart. We'll be leaving in a few minutes." "Okay," I said unhappily. "Hey, look at me," my dad got ahold of my head with his hands. "I know you're not happy about this, but we need to get away from here. All it does is bring back awful memories" I tried to argue, but I just couldn't. "Okay. I'll be down there in a second." He smiled at me and kissed my forehead. I stood there for a while. Then I gathered my stuff and put them on the carry on bag.
I went downstairs to find my three older brothers wrestling in living room. "YOU GOT THE LAST PIECE OF BACON! I CALLED DIBS!!" I heard Ethan scream at Liam. I just stood in front of them, enjoying the show. "Why are you fighting with them?" I asked Noah who was on the floor on top of Ethan. "I dunno. I just like fighting with these little motherfu-" I raised my eyebrows. He stopped himself. "Sorry," he said to me. I smiled down at him. "I have taught you well, son" He looked at me scrunching up his nose. "You're weird," he said to me. "And you smell bad," I said back. "HEY!" My dad screamed at us. "To the car! We're going to miss our flight. We got first class on the plane!" Those words made me sick to my stomach. She died on a plane, I thought. What if we die to? "Are you okay, sweetheart?" My dad asked me. "Yeah, yeah. Dad, do we really have to go on a plane?" He looked at me warily. "Uh, yeah kinda sweetheart." I let out a big sigh. "We'll be in the car, okay? Take your time. Or..not. Just be in the car in five minutes." He kissed my forehead again. I looked at the calendar in the kitchen. That was the only thing that was left. I checked today's date. Today was October 1, 2013. Oh my god.. no. It was exactly October 1, 2011 when my mom, Allison Ryan, died.
I went back to the car; almost crying. I didn't want to cry in front of my dad, though so I sucked it up! "Ready everyone?" My dad asked us. I heard a bunch of 'Yeahs!' and 'Woohoos!' I just sat there staring out at the window. There was the beach. There was the sun. There was the palm trees. Ugh, I was sure gonna miss this place..
Goodbye California..
Faith's POV:
I could hear the sound of the waves hitting the rocks as I stared out my bedroom window. I thought about how much I would miss the beach. I didn't sleep at all. How could I? I was being dragged out of the place I loved. California was the place I was born and raised. It was where my parents met; where they fell in love. When I was younger, I never saw my parents fight. We were like one big happy family. I wondered if I would ever meet a person who will actually love me for me. Lol, nah. When i was 10 years old, my dad told me the story of how they fell in love. it was like a fairytale. i instantly fell in love with their story. I wish one day i can tell my children of how I fell in love with that one person. My oldest brother,Liam interrupted my thoughts
.
(A/N: No, it's not Liam Payne. He will come later in the story!)
"Mornin' sunshine," he said. I could hear him smirk. I turned around to find Liam in only his boxers. "Put some clothes on, will ya?" I scrunched up my nose. "Aha, yeah when I clean my own room. Faith you look like shit," he practically yelled. "Don't cuss," I muttered under my breath. "Anyways, breakfast is ready. We're having bacon!" He said a little bit too excited. "Yuck," I said disgustedly. "Faith, how can you not like bacon??Don't you know how delicious pork is??" "Yeah, yeah. Just get out so I can get ready." Liam stood there for a second, looking as restarted as ever. He finally left, so I went to get my stuff to take a shower and went to the bathroom. You see, I don't have my own bathroom. I have to share it with my dad AND my three older brothers. Ugh, it sucks being the only girl. My older brother Liam is 20.(No, he's doesn't have his own place. None of my three brothers do though. They're practically 10 year olds.) Next is my brother Noah who is 19 and my other brother Ethan who is 18. And I'm 17. I stared at the long mirror. I hate what stared back at me. My hair was messy, I had bags under my eyes, and I looked as fat as ever. I turned on the water and waited for it to warm up. I took off my clothes and felt disgusted. I had scars on my left arm, some on my stomach, and on my huge thighs. I noticed my thigh gap was less noticible. I couldn't see my hip bones anymore either. I shook my head and quickly got under the warm water.
After my shower I got some skinny jeans, Vans, a 'The Beatles' shirt, and a beanie. No, I'm not that type of girl who knew a lot about fashion and stuff okay. I put on my bracelets to cover up my scars. I was just about to brush my teeth when my dad walked in. "Hey sweetheart. You missed breakfast," he came and gave me a hug. I hugged him back, of course. "Sorry daddy, I just wanted to get ready early." "It's okay. But don't you want to eat anything before you brush your teeth?" No, I thought. "Oh, I already brushed my teeth," I lied. I hated lying to him. Then why did I do it? I don't know. I saw his face and spoke up again. "But I'll grab some cookies or something on the way out to eat in the car," I smiled up at him. He smiled back at me. "Okay, sweetheart. Where are your bags? I'm taking everything to the car now." I suddenly rememberd. We're leaving California.. "They're over there dad," I pointed to the corner of my room. "Okay. Hurry up sweetheart. We'll be leaving in a few minutes." "Okay," I said unhappily. "Hey, look at me," my dad got ahold of my head with his hands. "I know you're not happy about this, but we need to get away from here. All it does is bring back awful memories" I tried to argue, but I just couldn't. "Okay. I'll be down there in a second." He smiled at me and kissed my forehead. I stood there for a while. Then I gathered my stuff and put them on the carry on bag.
I went downstairs to find my three older brothers wrestling in living room. "YOU GOT THE LAST PIECE OF BACON! I CALLED DIBS!!" I heard Ethan scream at Liam. I just stood in front of them, enjoying the show. "Why are you fighting with them?" I asked Noah who was on the floor on top of Ethan. "I dunno. I just like fighting with these little motherfu-" I raised my eyebrows. He stopped himself. "Sorry," he said to me. I smiled down at him. "I have taught you well, son" He looked at me scrunching up his nose. "You're weird," he said to me. "And you smell bad," I said back. "HEY!" My dad screamed at us. "To the car! We're going to miss our flight. We got first class on the plane!" Those words made me sick to my stomach. She died on a plane, I thought. What if we die to? "Are you okay, sweetheart?" My dad asked me. "Yeah, yeah. Dad, do we really have to go on a plane?" He looked at me warily. "Uh, yeah kinda sweetheart." I let out a big sigh. "We'll be in the car, okay? Take your time. Or..not. Just be in the car in five minutes." He kissed my forehead again. I looked at the calendar in the kitchen. That was the only thing that was left. I checked today's date. Today was October 1, 2013. Oh my god.. no. It was exactly October 1, 2011 when my mom, Allison Ryan, died.
I went back to the car; almost crying. I didn't want to cry in front of my dad, though so I sucked it up! "Ready everyone?" My dad asked us. I heard a bunch of 'Yeahs!' and 'Woohoos!' I just sat there staring out at the window. There was the beach. There was the sun. There was the palm trees. Ugh, I was sure gonna miss this place..
Goodbye California..
11/24/13