Pointless Pain

Chapter 8

"Get back here!" Shouted a security guard as I quickly ran out the shop with an armful of food and water. As I had learned over the few days we had spent in the tent, you have to be quick and cunning when shoplifting. I dodged down alleyway after alleyway, until I knew I was safe.

After that I slowly made my way back to our tent. Chris sat on a mat he had stolen two days ago. "You got a good horde today." He said looking at the cans and bottles. I smiled at the praise.

After making our dinner of soup and tinned peaches, I lay back against the wall of the bridge, close next to Chris in the cold spring night. He yawned. "Wanna go to sleep now?" I questioned tiredly. "Sure." He replied, so we crawled into the tent and huddled together under our blankets.

I woke with a start as a truck drove over the bridge. I sighed, and lay back down. After a few minutes laying there I sat up and crawled outside. I made a meal of rice pudding and orange pieces and left it to simmer. 'I'll eat when Chris wakes up.' I thought with a yawn.

Buzz. I looked at my backpack. Buzz, buzz. I sighed and reached in pulling out my phone. '768 messages' it read.

Peter- "Where are you dads gone mental?!"
"Hellooooooo? Anyone there?????"
"Ugh such a jerk sometimes Libby!"

Mother- "Libby where are you, please come back Bradley misses you."
"I calmed your dad, it's safe to come back!"

That's basically what they were about. "Huh?" I said as I noticed a voice message, next to the 249 missed calls.
"Libby, it's your mother. I want you to come home, now. Please. We need you, I need you, I..." Mothers voice was cut off by yelling.

"What you doing stupid cow?! Calling your stupid daughter again?! I'll teach you to disobey me!" Father yelled. Mother screamed, I heard a bang, not a gun shot, and the call ended. I sighed and a tear ran down my cheek.

I sat for ten minutes until Chris woke. Half way through breakfast he asked. "What's wrong, you look upset." Chris looked concerned. "Oh it's nothing."