After we got to Mia's house we went up to her room. Lucas had to leave so I hugged him and said good bye. Then me and Mia both sat on the floor. Mia said " so now they Lucas is gone why don't you tell exactly what happened between you and that boy"
I didn't really want to tell her for some reason. So I just looked down at the fuzzy rug and said I didn't want to talk about it. Mia just gave me a pissed look and looked away. We sat on the floor for a long while till my phone rang. I picked it up and looked at the caller ID, it was my father, I hesitated to press answer. Mia noticed that I was hesitating to answer my phone and asked who it was. I said " my dad" in a very scared voice, Mia gassed and put a hand over her mouth. I thought I should answer since it was my dad calling and I haven't seen him since I was four. As soon as I picked up I herd they dreadful, harsh, drunken voice. He said "Scarlett", y.. yeah I replied, " Scarlett, I have some bad news". What is it I said scared to what I might hear next, my father said " well.... your mother was...killed in a car reck" I couldn't do anything, as soon as I heard that I dropped my phone, as tears filled my eyes. I covered my face with my hands as my head touched my lap, I tried my hardest to keep my tears from falling but I didn't have the strength to. Mia hugged me as I cried oceans of tears.
__________later that night__________
After I calmed down Mia demanded I stay at her house for the night. I don't fell like it, but I was to sad to argue. Mia said I could wear some of her Pj's then she went down stairs to the kitchen to get a glass of water for me to drink, after she left I sat in the middle of the room, I tried to keep the memories of mom away,but they just kept coming, I remember the bad times when me and her spent the night locked up in her closet when dad was on a rampage tearing everything up around the house and the times when mom would send me outside and tell me to never come back in until she came out and got me. Sometimes it would be hours of yelling and screaming till my mom would come to get me. I wanted to save mom but all I could do was sit on the front step of the porch cover my ears and wish the fighting would stop. When the sounds of yelling and screaming suddenly stopped , I would always wonder if my dear mother was still alive, but she would always come out to get me, bruised and bleeding, but alive. I remember all the good times too, me and mom spent together after my dad left for good, the night he was taken away me and mom watch as that man was put into the police car, he sat down and looked at us, before the car door was slammed I stuck my tongue out at him and my mom mouthed something to him, but she never told me what it was, probably better that I didn't know.
After the car was out of my our sight, I cheered and me and mom hugged the biggest and strongest hug we could. That night was the first night that mom could sleep peaceful and the night that I truly realized that I was safe. But wouldn't you know, just when I thought things were going good, me and mom's life took a turn for the worst again, a few weeks after dad was taken, three people came to the house at 5:45 in the morning. When mom opened the door they just barged in and started inspecting the house. Mom got mad and grabbed one of the men's arm and said" what the hell do you think your doing COMING INSIDE MY HOUSE UNEXPECTEDLY AT 5:45 IN THE MORNING!!!!" The man said he was sorry for the disturbance, and he was hear to make sure she was suitable to take care of me. As soon as I heard what the man said since I already about to come down stairs to see what was going on, I immediately ran back up the stairs and put on my best clothes which were only a plain green dress with a couple of little holes and a pair of black jazz shoes I found in a garbage pile, they were still shining so I thought they looked ok to wear out, but what I didn't think of was that they still smelled of garbage. I stomped proudly down the stairs till I got to the end of them, and said " my mom is the best mommy ever,and is absolutely capable of taking care of me". Then I walked stiffly up to the man kicked him in the shin. He fell to the floor with a red face and yelled the terrible words " By tomorrow this house belongs to the government". Red face walked out, alone with the other man. I ran over to my mom, who stood bent over crying. I said " mommy, did I do something wrong" in the little sweet, calmed voice my mom said back to me" no, you did nothing wrong"
______________the next morning _______
  By 4:23 my mom and I had gathered up all our things that were precious to us, like my first doll that was ripped all over and basically falling apart, but still loved it. My garbage shoes and the green dress I wore the night before. Mom put pictures of me and her, a white silky top and a pair of tan pants, her phone and a fuzzy blanket into a big suitcase, then we left that morning, and journey to my Grandparents house began.