We hear our flight being called and then we go to boarding and we sit in our seats and we have half the row
Kaeiylie asks "where are we going"
I say "somewhere they'll never think to look"
Kaeiylie says crying "I'm scared though"
I say "listen to me ok I would rather be shot with 1000 bullets if it meant you and Isa would never be hurt,harmed, or scared again believe me from this day and forward I will do everything in my power to protect you and Isa even if it means giving up my life"
I lean over and hug her and she soon falls asleep and Isa has been asleep since her but touched the seat . I soon relax and fall asleep as well
I wake up to the plane shaking and I soon realize it's turbalance and I calm down
We land shortly after I wake up the girls and we exit the plane bags in hand
I call Clara to inform her that we were here and she said she knows and I waiting for us .
We soon see Clara and we walk up to her and i hug her immediately
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We let go after about 5 minutes and I introduce her to my siblings and she hugs Isabella and kaeiylie Kaeiylie starts crying in her arms and she asks are we safe now I rub her back and I hesitate and say yea w...we are
Clara takes us to the other airplane so I can go retrieve my car which I had brought here
After we get my car I drive to the apartment that Clara rented for us since I'm underage
I grab our stuff and the girls open the apartment door and I drop out bags on the counter and I look around and I start crying because we are finally free after years of abuse
As I begin to unpack my bag, I can't help but feel a sense of relief wash over me. After weeks of planning and preparing, I've finally made it out and arrived at our new apartment. As I look around, I feel a sense of satisfaction knowing that this is my new home. It's a blank slate, waiting for me to make it my own.
As I begin to put away our belongings, I take stock of what I've brought with me. Some things are familiar, like my favorite sweater or my busted laptop. Other things, like the souvenirs I've picked up from out of our house, are reminders of where I've been and what I've accomplished. I feel a sense of pride knowing that I've made it this far and that I have everything I need to continue on my journey.
As I finish unpacking, I take a moment to look around and take in my new surroundings. Everything is new and exciting, from the smell of fresh paint on the walls to the view of the city outside my window. I feel a sense of possibility and adventure, knowing that anything is possible in this new place. It's a blank canvas, waiting for me to fill it with my hopes and dreams.
In this moment, I'm filled with gratitude for the opportunity to start fresh in this new place. I know that there will be challenges ahead, but for now, I'm content to bask in the feeling of finally making it out and starting this new chapter of my life. As I settle our my new home, I'm excited for all that's to come and grateful for all that's led me to this moment.
After I order dinner, I make sure that everyone is taken care of. I help isa brush her teeth, change into her pajamas, and tuck her in at night. It's a lot of work, but seeing her sleepy faces as they drift off to sleep makes it all worth it.
After I've gotten my siblings settled in, I like to take a few minutes to myself. I step out onto my balcony and look out at the world. It's peaceful up here, high above the hustle and bustle of everyday life. I can see the stars twinkling in the sky, and I feel a sense of calm wash over me.
But tonight is different. As I look out into the night, my mind starts to wander. I can't help but think about everything my parents put me through. They were always so focused on their own lives, their own problems, that they never seemed to have any time for me. I was just another thing that they had to deal with, another burden to bear that's really why they used to abuse. they never had time for us unless it was to beat the living hell out of us .
I remember all the times I had to take care of my siblings because my parents were too busy. All the times I had to put my own needs aside to make sure that they were taken care of. It's not that I don't love my siblings, because I do. But sometimes it feels like I'm carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders, and I just need a break.
As I stand here on my balcony, I try to push those feelings aside. I try to remind myself that I'm doing the right thing, that I'm taking care of my siblings because I love them. But it's hard. Sometimes it feels like I'm drowning in a sea of responsibility, and there's no way out.
But then I see my siblings' faces in my mind. Their innocent smiles, their trusting eyes. And I know that I can't give up. I have to keep going, keep pushing forward. Because even though my parents may not have been there for me, I can be there for my siblings. I can show them the love and care that I never received. And maybe, just maybe, that will be enough.
