Should I Stay? Or Should I Go?

Chapter One: No!

"OPEN THIS DOOR YOU FAGGOT!" My dad roars from the other side of the door and tries to open it. "NO!" I yell back as I push with all my strength against the door. I reach for my desk chair and jam it under the door knob hoping it will hold the door closed. Finally after a little while later he gives up and walks away from my door.

I sigh in relief that he didn't get in. If he had gotten in all he would have done is beaten me. Again. He has been beating me sense I was six, when my mother had died. The beatings weren't bad when I was just a child. Now they are and they are worse then ever before. Ever sense I let it slip that I was gay he has been beating me more and harder.

I should tell you a little bit about myself. My name is Max Johnson and I'm nineteen years old. I'm a nice guy unless you do something to really piss me off. I like batman, Black Veil Brides, playing guitar, and motorcycles. I dislike kids, people who insult my music taste, and my looks. I also HATE the color pink. I stand tall at 6ft flat. I have straight black hair, bright blue eyes, a nose piercing on my right side, snakebites, and last of all.. I'm gay.

I walk over to my closet and grab the duffle bags off the ground. In the first one I put all my band tees, all my skinnies, all my boxers, my extra piercings, and all my beanies in it. I grab the second one and walk over to my bathroom. I grab my comb, my toothbrush, my toothpaste, my deodorant, my axe products and put all that into the bag. I walk back into my room and grab a pillow and a blanket, tucking those into the second bag. I put the bags onto my bed and grab my backpack, emptying it out.

I walk over to my door and move the chair. I slowly open the door and stick my head out into the hallway looking around for my dad. I walk out into the hallway and down the steps still looking out for him. I still don't see him so I make my way over to the kitchen. Even though my dad spends all the money on alcohol he still keeps the kitchen stocked for himself. I get over to the pantry and open it. Grabbing cans of food stuffing them into my backpack. I walk over to the fridge and see what I can take out of there with me that's not alcohol. I see some water bottles so I grab twelve and put those into my bag.

Walking out of the kitchen I see a pocket knife of the counter. I turn around and grab it, stuffing it into my side pocket. Going back up to my room I hear the garage start to open. I beeline for the stairs and run to my room. Closing and locking the door. I put the desk chair back under the door knob and walk over to my bed. I double check all my bags making sure I have everything I need. I realized I forgot somethings. I grab my charger, my wallet, and my blade put those into my backpack in a safe place. I throw them all under my bed to hide them from my dad. I don't want him to see that I'm running away soon...