Chapter 4: Aunt Sarah’s Rescue
Just as I was about to give up resisting and follow Mom's orders, my aunt—my mother's younger sister—came over and warmly patted my shoulder. She smelled like sugar cookies and peppermint lotion as she leaned in. "Natalie, come to Aunt Sarah's house later to watch the Christmas special. Sleep over at Auntie's tonight."
Her nails were painted red and green for the holidays, and her touch was gentle—a silent lifeline. She spoke with a bright, easy confidence that made everyone listen, even Mom.
I was stunned, not daring to answer.
I looked up at Aunt Sarah, hope flickering in my chest. She winked at me, as if she knew exactly how much I needed her right now. But I hesitated, unsure if Mom would allow it.
Mom didn't even hesitate: "Natalie has a lot of homework."
The words came out sharp, the decision made before I could even open my mouth. Aunt Sarah’s smile didn’t falter.
"Lisa, it's Christmas Eve. Why make Natalie hand in homework? The teachers need a break too, don't they?"
Aunt Sarah rolled her eyes just enough for me to see, her voice sweet but pointed. I caught the hint of a grin from Uncle Dave. Aunt Sarah had a way of making even Mom stop and think.
"Who’s even checking Google Classroom on Christmas Eve? Even teachers need a break."
Mom pursed her lips, hesitating for the first time all night. Even she couldn't deny that Christmas Eve was meant for family, not digital submissions and stress.
"Lisa, Natalie hasn't been to my place for more than half a year. I'll take her and Jamie to set off sparklers later."
Auntie knows Mom well, so she deliberately mentioned fireworks. Mom finally relented: "Natalie is timid—let her light more sparklers, toughen her up."
The mention of sparklers made Jamie’s eyes light up. Aunt Sarah gave me a knowing glance, her mouth twitching at the corners. She was a pro at reading between the lines—and at convincing Mom, when no one else could.
Auntie agreed readily, but secretly gave me a look only I could understand.
Her eyes said: Just trust me. I won't let you down tonight. Relief began to melt some of the tension in my chest.
I understood: Auntie wanted me to truly relax for one night. Once I got to her house, she wouldn't make me do anything at all.
I pictured us sprawled on her plush sectional, streaming Christmas movies and eating leftover cookies. It was the closest thing to freedom I could imagine right now.
The dark world suddenly brightened. I ate the Christmas Eve dinner heartily—even the shrimp I usually hated didn't seem so bad.
For a moment, the food tasted sweet again, the laughter from my cousins ringing true. I let myself hope that maybe this night could still be salvaged.
I watched the minute hand on the clock tick by, waiting for dinner to end. But as we were leaving, a hand grabbed me—Mom had changed her mind:
The hallway was crowded with winter coats and half-finished desserts. Just as I was reaching for my gloves, Mom's grip tightened around my wrist.
"Natalie, you're a senior—every day counts. Go to Auntie's after college applications are done."
Her words landed like a sentence. My plans, my hope, vanished in an instant. It was like the door to freedom slammed shut, and I was left holding the key but no way out. I stared at the floor, wishing I could sink through it.
I froze, looking helplessly at Auntie. She frowned but said nothing.
Aunt Sarah bit her lip, her eyes flashing. But she didn't argue this time. Instead, she pressed a pack of gum into my hand—a silent promise that she wouldn't give up.