Born

3. The Departure

I walk to my room silently because talking back or arguing would be a bad idea. I sat onp my bed waiting for my dad to come at me.

"YOU KNOW NOT TO TALK TO YOUR MOTHER LIKE THAT!" he yells while walking in.

"Well..."

"WELL....NOTHING!"

"Dad..."

"DON'T DAD ME!"

"But..."

"NO."

"FINE!"

I get up and start to walk towards the door.

"Where do you think your going?" my mom asks.

"Away from here 'cause that's all you wanted." I answer.

I grab my bag full of items that I packed in case of these moments. Clothes, money, fake ID, and some food. As I start to leave I feel a tight pain on my shoulder. As I turn to look at what was causing such a pain, I see what I called a father with angry eyes staring at me as if death was written on my forehead.

"WHAT?!" I yelp.

"You are not going anywhere." he says deep and angry almost into a growl.

"Leave. Me. Alone!" I yell as I yank from his bruising grip.

"You're not leaving!" He yells even louder and more angry.

Just as this is happening Amanda walks in.

Of course she can walk in and not get yelled at. I think to myself.

"Amanda go to your room please." my mom tells her orderly.

"We don't want you becoming a disgrace like..her." he says deathly.

"No I think I'm good, I want to watch this poor little disgrace get trampled." she mocks.

I turn away from her to find myself in his grip once again. This time it was harder, much harder and my pain was overwhelming. I yanked wanting to be free from the deathly grip but that only made matters worse. Sharp pains rise up through my spine causing my eyes to water. He was pushing me into the wall hard; so hard that the sheet rock was cracking behind my body. My body was screaming for release from this man.

"Let go!" I pleaded.

"You're an idiot to think you could leave on your own!" he screams.

Suddenly overwhelming strength filled my body; I was finished with this. Lifting up my leg, I kicked him forcefully straight in chest. Leaving him gasping for air, the pain was releasing on my arms. I reach for my bag and ran out the door.

"Why are you running?" Arth asked.

"Because I want to get away from here faster than walking." I say out of breath.

It was still raining and the barrier protecting me from the rain before was protecting me again. As I'm running through the tree line and into the field, I see the 2 lion figures appear running beside me this felt like a solitude, a peaceful, humble place that I would gladly call home. Slowing my pace I begin to walk. I wasn't as far from my home as I wanted to be, but it's not home and good enough for now. I tossed my bag off of my back and threw it against the tree. Slowly I began to drift into a sleepy state.