Trouble

Chapter 8 - Get away

I slowed down a couple houses down from where I live, trying to see if my Dad and that woman was still there. His car was gone, but that doesn't mean anything. That bitch could have stolen it.

Now I'm just making excuses to add to the reason of not going home. I hate being home by myself and I don't want to be under the same roof with my Dad at the moment. It's not like he's going to try and talk about what had happen, it's the fact that he ignores everything and act like we are some kind of happy family.

And we are not.

We both known that since mom. We both now that he blames me for everything. The reason he never looks me in the eye. The reason he cries himself to sleep. Every. Single. Night.

I suddenly turn around and walk away from my house, in the opposite direction where I could have gotten more ice cream.

"Alex?" I had forgot he was walking with me.

My hands were clenched again, and I was fighting back tears. Hard. So hard I was shaking. I didn't know where I was headed, I was just walking away. Sometimes I wish I could walk away from all the problems, to never have them weigh me down. But this is reality, and the only thing I can do is walk until I get tired.

"Alex." Why is he still following me?

"What's going on?"

Scars house. It's a thirty minutes walk I obviously need and somewhere I can get away.

I let him follow me. He can do what he wants.

"I'm not understanding, Alex."

He actually sounds worried. He could of had me fooled.

He stopped talking and after awhile I wasn't sure if he was behind me anymore.

By the time I got to Scar's I had stop checking and walked through the front door.

Smoke filled the air.  I remember when I first came my first reaction was to cough. But now I inhale the stench.  Don't get me wrong, it smells horrible and I can't believe how people can smoke this stuff. But I'm used to it.

I dodged through the people in search of Scar. I'm sure he has something that needs to be done.