The Goodbye

Slight recap

When I stepped out of the office I was greeted with an overly cheery guy well dressed in his uniform.

"Hello you must be Luna" I give him a small smile. "Yes and you are?" He looks confused, as if he thought this would not be my reaction. "Oh how rude of me, the names Stewart but everyone calls me Stew or Stewy" "Well then hello Stewy, now can we get going? I've got some calls to make and some boxes to pack" he nods his head down the hallway, "Lets go then" and rests his hand on the small of my back urging me to go forward. I start walking, nudging his hand off me while walking faster. When he doesn't let go of my back I spin around on my heel and point my finger in his face.

"Now listen here mate I don't want you touching me, I don't care if other girls let you! I don't care if you were one of those popular jocks in high school! Don't touch me and we wont have a problem got that!" he just smirks. "Yes boss" and takes his hands off me putting it in a surrendering gesture.

I click my tongue and start walking to the exit.

////////////////// Half an hour later at her place\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\

"Yes I want it picked up in half an hour....yes...no...yeah, Jackson Evers international airport Mississippi ...yeah... okay thanks, bye"

"Bike and car sorted?" I sigh, this guy keeps getting on my nerves. He should really mind his own business. "Yeah, I'll be in my car from the airport to my place and the bike will be dropped off at my place half an hour after I arrive at my new house." "What about your stuff? are you gonna pack them in boxes and get them shipped over?" "No its too expensive to do that and it takes too much time anyway I'm only taking the important stuff, the place they got me is fully stocked and they've given me enough money to last six months which gives me time to get myself a job. " "Okay well then we better get it packed up" "Nah we don't need to pack it up, the government got people to do it for me all I've got to do is pack my clothes and the important stuff" I walk up to my room and shut the door.

"What am I supposed to do?" He yells from the kitchen. "I don't know something productive?" I shout through the door. Silence.... I sigh in relief, finally.

I walk over to my bed and curl up next to my stuffy, a blue eyed border collie. The one thing left from my mother that my dad actually gave me.

My dad believed in tough love, the cry it out till you sleep kind of thing. He wouldn't of given me this if I hadn't of fought him for it. My mother died when I was three, she was in labour with my baby brothers and sister. They all died, my mum from blood loss and my siblings from lack of oxygen. My father was all I had left after that. Now...now I have no one. I was recently involved in a car crash, we were driving to my MMA (Mixed Martial Arts) class. When the car in front of us makes a sudden swerve and stops in the middle of the road, forcing my dad to hit the breaks and stop. The police think that the car behind us didn't see us in time and crashed into the back of our car, apparently the drivers side took most of the impact so my dad had several bits of glass and metal sticking into him, he would have survived if it weren't for his broken rib that had punctured his lung. Apparently in the car behind me was a little boy and his mother, the little boy was in the middle seat at the back but didn't have a seatbelt on and was jumping around, playing with his aeroplanes. He ended up flying through the windscreen just as the mother hit the breaks, he died not long after. When the ambulance arrived the mother was taken to the hospital for immediate care. I on the other hand only suffered from a broken wrist, rib and deep cuts that needed stitches.

I subconsciously trace the scar that is starting to form from my elbow to the centre of my fore arm.

"Hey! are you done already? you're really quiet in there" I sigh in annoyance, "No! I'll tell you when I've finished" I get off my bed and start packing everything that holds some sort of significance in big suitcases,

////////////////half an hour later\\\\\\\\\\\\

"Aight is that everything?" "Yep, lets go" I start walking towards the car. We both get in but he doesn't start the car. "What are you doing? start the car" He turns and looks me in the eye. "You do understand that as soon as you step out of this car at the airport you will probably never come back here for a while?" "Yes! now get me out of here!" He nods and smirks, "Yes ma'am" and with that he drives off.