Chasing Her

Layla

After I dropped off the boys at Dereks house because they agreed they needed "guy" time. I wonder why though cause they barley know each other so something happened. I just don't know about it yet. Apparently they're becoming friends. Its gonna get a lot harder to stay away from Ashton.

I drove around a bit not wanting to go home just yet. I decided to go to the park a couple blocks away from my neighbourhood.

I park the car and get out quickly finding a bench to sit on. I look around and admire the wet green grass, the shining lake that looks so inviting. I once went in that lake. It was a long time ago. I was probably eight or nine.....

I was at one of my many breaking points. but this one was worst than the others. And I just wanted the pain to stop. I just wanted someone, something.....anything to comfort me. Hold my hand. I felt like the water would take my pain and wash it away. Wash me away. So I no longer existed.

I remember standing out in the open with the wind blowing through my hair. I had my yellow princess dress on. It was my favorite outfit at the time. My hair was in a braid I did myself. Since mom up and ran away on my sixth birthday, no one was there to teach me or hold me when I cried, my dad was always at work and the few times he came home I was his personal punching bag. So what was the point in staying if no one cared.

I stepped forward so my toes were in the water. I didn't know how to swim, but I wasn't scared. I knew it was better on the other side. I kept walking. Until eventually I was on my tipy toes. The water surrounded me. I felt like it was huggimg me. But then I slipped and suddenly instead of feeling comforted I was frightened. The water was suffocating me. It was getting harder to hold my breath. As my life flashed before my eyes I realized I wanted a second chance. I wanted to live. Experience life. But it was too late. Just when I was about to give up the fight. I felt a arm wrap around my waist and tug. Hard. I was being lifted.

Soon I was out of the water. Coughing and wheezing. I heard a tiny voice ask me if I was okay. When I turned I saw a boy about the age of me with bright brown eyes looking down at me with concern and care. I soon learned his name was Ashton. He didn't recognize me with a black and blue face due to the beating I received earlier that day for forgetting to put my dolls away. I remember running away from him. Ashamed and afraid he would know it was me.

And at school the next day I had makeup coated to hid the marks but he didn't give a hint he knew it was me who he saved and I wanted to keep it that way.

I pulled out of my memory and decided it was time to go home.

I got in my car and listened to my moms favorate song. If I ain't got you by Alicia Keys.

I pull into our neighborhood and pass by the familair big houses. We're practically rich. But all good things have a catch. In my case I get beat once in a while.

I pull into the drive way. Not bothering to go in the garage, I never do. Where I live theres a high security system. So unless you want to be lifted straight to jail or worse you never even think about trying to harm the citizens peace in this area.

I go straight to the door. I shakedly unlocked it and opened the door. I'm always scared to come home. In fear that my dad would be there. He usually isn't. But when he is its bad. I step inside and do a quick scan of all the rooms before allowing myself to breath.

I felt so exhausted and since there was no school tomorrow since it was the beginning of spring break, I decided just to sleep. With a silent house you'd think it would be easier to sleep, but it was harder. It felt like nature was mocking you. Scaring you with wind and tree branches hitting the sliding glass doors that led to my balcony. Or with the rustling of leaves. But I lived here long enough. If I close my eyes long enough I'll fall asleep. And I was right because soon darkness took me and claimed me as one of their own.