Killing Me Softly

Chapter 1 - Love Is Just A Call Into The Void

Victoria's POV

What have I done to deserve this? What did I do that made my mom die when I was 13 and deal with having an abusive dad? Why do I have to be beaten so much? I just want to be happy, with a happy family and not having to worry about walking into school and dodging kids from killing me.

I thought of this every day. I was walking home from school, the cold air nipping at my bare arms. I forgot my hoodie in my room when I was trying to get ready in 5 minutes for oversleeping over my alarm. My long sleeve shirt doing nothing from keeping the cold November Las Vegas air for numbing me. My black and blue dipped dyed hair was down and traveling with the wind, getting into my eyes every now and then. My black Zine backpack was on one shoulder, while I gripped the strap for dear life. My eyes were bloodshot and red, not from the small weed that I smoked while walking the 2 miles from my house but also the tears. Me breaking while everyone else smiled.

Once I got home I rushed upstairs while trying to avoid my alcoholic ass of a father. I haven't seen him sober for over a year. I had to get a full time job at Tropical Smoothie Café to pay for the house and to feed us both. I don't know how he got extra cash for the liquor but he still gets it. I have to bum my friends for the weed and cigarettes. Also a little coke when she gets it. I won't say that I'm a druggie but I do take drugs. I am still a straight A student and I don't let it get in the way of studies. I know that I need to get a good education so I don't have to watch over my father's ass for the rest of my life. I locked the door to my bedroom and got changed in my uniform. Once I pulled my hair back I redid my eyeliner so my eyes didn't look so bloodshot and brushed my teeth. I grabbed my bag that I made the night before to leave. I had decided that I will run away tonight.

I grabbed my crappy iPod off the charger and my flip phone and put them in my hoodie pocket. I grabbed the small duffle bag I had and the keys to my dad's black truck. He can't drive anyways because he is too drunk to see 5 feet in front of him. I looked at my bare room and then jumped out the window. The house was a shit place that was 1 story. I ran to the truck that I parked a couple blocks from the house that I moved last night and got in. I drove the short way to the café blaring Green Day and Blink 182. Once I got there I locked the door and walked in. Waving at my coworker Brendon. He has a good build, being 5'7; he had dark brown hair and gorgeous brown eyes.

"Yo Vikki." He said. He was working the cash register.

"Yo Bren." I said, I walked to the back room to get my apron and time in.

"Why did you drive to work today?" He asked once it quieted down. It was around 7 and we had like an hour before it would start back up.

"I'm running away. I hate my family life and I need a new change. I'm gonna bum at hotels till I can afford my own place. I am almost 18 and I needed to leave." I said, washing the counter with a rag I wiped the back of my hand on my messy apron for that Brendon ran into me with a smoothie.

"Oh, well I have a place where you can stay. A couple of my friends and I are renting a place for recording. You can stay there if you want." He said. His foot tapping the linoleum floor fast and almost spas' like. I swear that boy can't stay still for a second. But he has ADHD so I give him that.

"I don't want to intrude Brendon. I have enough money." I said, I looked him in the eye. His bright brown orbs meeting my blue.

"No I don't want you to spend your money. You need to save up for an apartment. It's no problem." He said. I was about to respond to him but a customer walked in. We finished our shift and locked up. By then it was almost 1AM. We walked out and I noticed that he had a bike.