The Boy With The Eyes That I Can Only Remember( Kickthepj/Pj Liguori )

Chapter 6

I sat up in my bed staring at the wall, constantly thinking of what my future has to come. What are the great mysteries that are going to happen, how was I even going to get there, we have the whole getting to the airport deal solved just the mystery is my father and how we are supposed to get around him. I suppose I could just leave after uni and head to the air port, but how was I supposed to get my stuff to my truck without my father asking questions. I could do it at the dark of night when my father was out, doing things, he never told me where he went at night, I never bothered asking. That was my plan I would sneak out at night and put all of my belongings into my truck, then I would go to uni in the morning and leave for the airport after that. This plan was perfect, bullet proof. I just hoped I wouldn't get caught.

What will my dad think of me leavening. He would be so confused, waiting for me to arrive just to beat me. But I never will. He'll never find me when I'm gone. Impossible.

I smiled at the though of my fathers disappointed face, even though he was my father, he brought pain to me and enjoyed it, it shouldn't be a problem if I smile at his suffering. He's going to go mentally and physically insane. Not having me is like a boxer with no punching bag to practice on, an ice skater with no ice, he needs me, he will never admit it though.

I looked at the time, 10:30. My father should be leaving soon and my plan will have to start taking action. Because I still had about 20 minutes to wait to be sure that he was not here anymore, I decided to give Chris a call.

I grabbed my phone and quickly dialed the his number, I had memorized it a long time ago. My phone was all the way in the back of my room hidden away from my father just incase of any chance of him walking in and finding it, sitting next to me or something like that.

The phone rang once, twice, and after the third ring, the phone greeted me with a warm and welcoming "hello?" I smiled at the sound of the perfect voice that was escaping from the phone.

"Hey! It's Olivia. I just wanted to tell you I have an idea of how I can get all of my things together and in my truck, headed to the airport."I said in a bubbly voice that always seem to come out when I talked to him.

"Brilliant!" He said "tell me!" He was excited, I could hear the happiness in his voice.

I hesitated a bit, just thinking and making sure that there where no mistakes in my plan that could ruin it and cause me to have to redo my whole thinking process. "Okay, first I am about to go and put all of my clothes Into my truck when my dad leaves the house, Then I'll wait till the morning and I'll go to Uni after that, I'll head straight for the airport, Even though I know it is about three hours after I get there but I can handle the wait." Before I can go on with My rambling about my amazing plan, he interrupted my talking with his clear bold voice.

"But where is your dad going wont he catch you if you try to leave your house with all of your clothes? He'll ask questions." He said making me gladly not question my plan at all, remembering asking myself this a little while ago.

"No because he's going to be gone all night and I can sneak out of my house when he leaves and put all my suitcases and bags inside of my truck." I could feel his questioning face that I knew he was making about my plan.

"Won't he come looking for you when he realizes you're not coming home?" He said, making me answering a quick sarcastic way.

"Haha my dad, to come looking for me? that's funny like he would. You're acting like he cares about me." That comment seemed to have thrown the conversation for a loop, I even hurt myself, being able to say the so easily like I can say it all day.

"Look Olivia I know you had a hard life but really you need to think about the possible outcomes of this. What are we can do if he does come looking for you?" Even though he was completely right about it all I just knew that my father wouldn't go to such an extreme to find me.

"Chris you don't know a lot about my life or a lot of my father but I know one thing is guaranteed that he would come looking for me, we will be perfectly fine, why don't we just think about the good things that are about to happen and the fact that we are moving far far away from this place." I said with a smile on my face knowing that It always true.

My smile dropped when I heard the latter from the attic door swing down and hit the ground with a loud thud. My body went into panic mode and I quickly hung up the phone and threw it across the room I didn't know what else to do. I really hope it wasn't broken his only source of communication that I had with the outside world. My heart started beating faster when I saw hand reach out from the floorboards and somebody was pulled up to come face-to-face with mine. My father threw me a snickering sneer I could tell he thought something was up by the way he was looking at me. " Who you talking to bitch?" He questioned. "Is it one of those boys you've been fucking all day?"

"I was just talking to myself I been really lonely lately." I knew that was all I have to Say because I knew that if I gave him any other answer he would have done something horrible to me. A smile grew across his face revealing his gross decayed teeth.

"Good, you don't deserve any friends, No one I can like you a dumb bitch like you, Not even me." He snickered. Climbing back down the latter he could hardly making his way up completely because he weighted Almost 300 pounds. Tears filled eyes and began screaming down my face even though I knew he was just saying that to make me feel bad, it was all true.

I ran to my bookshelf And frantically pulled all the books out searching for my lost old friend. My fingertips met the small silver object and I pulled it out quickly. It was so small but it felt like it fit perfectly in my hands. I pulled my sleeves up to Reveal my old wounds. An array of colors escaped my arm. Some pink ones that were previously done a couple days ago, Some white ones that I might've done a year ago, They were all there.

I put the cold silver to my skin quickly sliding it across my wrist one time, I knew I should stop, But it was my only escape. The tears that had been flooding my eyes finally spilled onto my bloody arm. I slid the blade across my arm once, twice, three times and kept the pattern going until my arm was filled up with about nine Slits. My body told me to stop when I could feel my head going dizzy from the blood loss.

I threw my razor in the back of my bookshelf and placed all of my books back. I stared down at my wrist that was now a shade bright red. I put my index finger down on my warm bloody wrist, Quickly regretting it As it sent a sharp pain shooting through my body, Causing me to fall to the floor in pain. The cuts were deeper Then I thought.

Why does this have to be my life.

Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter I AM SOOOO SORRY pj's not here yet. Hold it he will be here.... In about three chapters trolllolol lol byez. Oh yeah! And thanks for 200 reads!!!!!!! Omg!!!!!!