Pulled Back

Chapter 14

I felt tired, a beating that felt like an hour was only really ten minutes but my body kept saying it was longer, the way my skin changed and my bones felt like they were breaking in, I could feel everything swelling by the second. I watched at the side of my eyes as Julian went over to a window and hopped out.

"BIANCA!" Leslie yelled from the other side of the door

They pound on it furiously and at some point, I felt like I was ready to get up. Not to let them in but for me to get out, I wanted to get out of this house.

I was dripping blood like it was sweat, my face covered like a second skin, pouring out of my nose and mouth, a trail following after me as I walk to the front door. Leaning on the stand I clear my throat swallowing some blood before coughing and watching as the liquid flew from mouth to the floor.

"Bianca?" Vanessa called "Bianca what's happening?! The cops are on their way"

"Where are my car keys," I ask, my eyes droopy and almost closed at this point.

"What?! Bianca open the door, what happened?"

"Where are my keys" I repeat before coughing again, a strain on my voice while more blood gushed out, not a good sign but I'm not going to the hospital.

The house phone rang but I ignored it, the caller ID being read out loud but I pay no extra attention to the people robotic voice. Then my friends phones began to ring.

It got quiet from their side.

"Bianca, your dad and mom are trying to call you-"

"My phones broken" I answer quickly "Now please just tell me where my car keys are, I need the key to my room, I just want to sleep"

I lie to them, knowing they would believe me, they knew me as a truth teller and I was but past tense.

"It's in the garage but Bianca just open the door please" I turn away and drag my feet to the garage, grunting a little as I make it there.

Grabbing my keys and going out the side I walked around the car quietly, getting in my body hurt with every movement, I couldn't help but cry at the pain but I wasn't going to stay here after what just happened. That was embarrassing, if they were complete strangers I wouldn't care but these were my neighbors and classmates, that's so shaming.

Starting the car got my friend's attention and they came rushing up and knocking on the window with scared looks as they stare at my face.

The collar of my shirt covered in blood.

I crack the window down a few inches, just enough for us to talk but not enough towards where their hand could fit.

"Get away from the car" I sniffle, not sure if it was snot or blood.

"Bianca we need to get you to a hospital, the cops are on their way and they can get you paramedics" Danella tried to open the door "Unlock it"

"No" I cry "I'm not going to a hospital and I'm not waiting for cops either"

"You need medical assistance Bianca, your face looks smashed in-"

"It'll heal now move" they shook their heads so I did what any idiot would do.

"Bianca stay, please, let us help you, we can help you, just stay please" I drain out the sound of Leslies cries, her begging fell on deaf ears.

I pressed on the break and put the car in reverse, slowly letting my foot off the brake and letting the car roll, they got back and I reversed faster onto the street, driving off.

I didn't know where to go but anywhere was better than here.

In the end, I ended up in Zeke's basement smoking a crack pipe while he looked at me with disappointment, which I was fine with, it wasn't a new look in fact it was an old look that haunted me constantly, hoping from one person to another. I continuously push away his hand as he attempts to wipe off some blood and hold an ice pack to my face.

"What happened to you Bee?" he asked with dismay

"What always happens, Julian gets mad and today I just didn't feel like fight back, it'll heal, don't worry about me" I shrug

"You look like shit, you smell like it too"

"That's just the smell of blood, and your not very pretty either Zeke so you are one to talk about looking like shit"

"Are you hungry, want something to drink?" I look at him and smile sadly, everything felt heavy and when I moved my face, it hurt too.

"A water would be nice" I shrug again

"Okay"

I just sat there all night, when I woke up I was still in his house just on a bed this time. Covered in dried blood.

"Jake she's messed up, you can only see bruises, her skin color isn't even showing right now" I heard Zeke whispering

"I don't know, just come over here and drag her to the hospital or something, you should do it, more chances of her going in or even getting in the car if it's you driving" he whispers yelled

"I have things to do today, something I should have already left to go and do but I don't want to leave her alone like this" he paused "So you'll pick her up? That's great, just get here soon"

Why do people always assume that Jake will solve all my problems, he isn't responsible for me and everyone always makes it seem like he is. They just can't leave my life alone, if I come to your house looking like shit and you want to leave then just tell me that.

I'll leave, I don't give a damn, I'll go somewhere else but now, of course, I don't want to go to someone else house before they call Jake and ask him to pick me up. I don't care if you worry about me, I could drop dead right now for all I care, fuck everyone.

When Zeke left the room I went out the window, I was lucky that this was a one-story house. However, I wasn't lucky that my body was in more pain than when I got here, maybe that was like an hour or so, I also fell sideways out the window.

Walking to my car.

I left without a second thought, drove around the town before I took off further away from my town. I didn't know where else to go, I didn't want more people calling Jake on me, we weren't even a thing and they were trying to call him. Trying to get rid of me, what great friends I thought I had.

My decision-making may suck but it was mine and no one understood that, that was mine and they completely bypass everything I say, when I say I'll be fine that's your signal to stay the hell out of it.
With nowhere else to go and not wanting to go home I drove myself into the middle of the woods.

I sat in the middle of nowhere and I stayed there for a whole day just thinking. A lot of damn thinking because everything was too much, I just wanted to drive off a cliff.

Let myself go further and stop fighting to keep living, it was tiring.

I fell asleep in my car in the middle of nowhere somewhere between two different towns, and when I woke up still there realizing my life wasn't a nightmare, I screamed and I cried, I yelled and I shouted to let the anger out but it didn't go anywhere.

My anger stayed close, circling out one window and back in through the other one sinking back into my body, I cried myself to sleep because of the pain in my body, nothing to eat, nothing to drink, I didn't want ant of it.

I didn't want anything, well, the things I did want were impossible to get back.