You're My Getaway {lh, au}

Chapter 1

They both began to erupt in laughter as she, Wren, fell off of her board.

"Jerk!! You did that on purpose!!" She laughed. Luke reached down and pulled her up. Her sleeve rolled down a bit and he noticed a huge bruise and what looked like a few cuts. Curious, Luke rolled her sleeve up more. Bruises of the colors purple, blue, and black littered her arm. Her wrist was covered in cuts. His heart dropped. Wren pulled her arm away quickly, embarrassed. She quickly pulled her sleeve back down. Luke didn't say anything. He just stared at her. Wren began to cry. "I...I have to go." Is all she said before she grabbed her board, running and then she jumped onto it. She rode it home, crying her eyes out. Her tears blurred her vision. Luke was her only best friend. Her only friend. The only person she trusted. But she didn't want him to ever find out about the fact that she was abused or that she cut. At least not like that. The only thing flooding through her mind was the fact that she could have ruined everything with Luke. She got to her house and she cleaned up her act a bit, incase her mother was awake. She knew that if she walked in the house crying, her mother would either make it worse or tease her about it. It was 11 o'clock at night by now. She figured that her mother would be passed out on the couch by now, with her bottle of vodka or rum, of course. She quietly opened the door. The house was dim, the sound of the tv blaring. She walking past the living room, not bothering to check if her mother was there or not. She began to walk upstairs when she got smack, hard, against the cheek. She gripped her cheek, a tear rolling out of her eye.

And here comes the torture. She thought to herself.

"Where the hell were you!??! I had to make my own dinner!! That's your job, not mine, you slut!! You were with that Lewis kid, weren't you?? You whore!! You probably fucked him and all of the other guys on this street!" Her mother screamed all of this at her, her words slurred. She screamed more hateful remarks as she smacked, kicked, and punched Wren. Wren cried out in pain.

"I....I'm sorry.." She choked, spitting out blood. Her mom finally stopped. She always stopped after she made Wren bleed. It made her feel accomplished. She kneeled down beside Wren and grabbed her by the neck, staring her straight in the eyes.

"You better be sorry, slut. Or else you'll get way worse than this. Now, go fetch me some steak, sweetie." She spat in Wren's face, her breathe smelling deep of alcohol. She then kissed Wren's forehead and stood up again, taking a swig of her vodka and she walked to the living room, plopping herself onto the couch. Wren sat up, wiping the blood from her lip. She then got up and walked to the kitchen, beginning to make her mother dinner.

*Hour later*

Wren walked out the bathroom, dressed in fuzzy pajama pants and an old band tshirt that she had stolen from Luke. The shirt still smelled like him and it brought a smile to her face. She walked to her mirror, brushing her hair. She sighed as she saw all of the bruises littering her arms. She lifted her shirt up, wincing at the huge bruise on her stomach. She paid attention to her face, noticing the bruise that covered her cheek. She sighed in disgust, wondering how she was going to hide it. She put her shirt down, walking away from the mirror.

She sat on her bed, sitting indian style. She grabbed her phone, noticing she had no texts or calls. She sighed, unlocking her phone and began to call Luke.

((W- Wren L- Luke))

W: Hey..

L: Hey

W: I'm sorry for rushing off like that. I just got nervous and scared because you're the first person to ever find out. And I didn't want you to find out like that, especially. I wanted to tell you myself.

L: It's fine. I was just worried. I wanted you to explain but at the same time I didn't want to say anything 'cause I knew you were uncomfortable and embarrassed. I could tell.

W: Thank you...so much.

L: For?

W: For...for not freaking out about it. I always imagined telling someone and I imagined them leaving me and never talking to me again...

L: O f course I wouldn't leave you. You're my best friend and I know you need somebody right now. I won't ever leave you. If you need me, I'm here.

W: Thank you. So much..but I need sleep right now..I've had a long day. Goodnight.

L: Alright...goodnight cutie.

They both hung up, a huge grin on Wren's face. She set her phone next to her, her alarm clock reading 1 am. She sighed, happily and curled up under her blankets, for once falling asleep with a smile on her face.

Wren woke up by her alarm clock. She shut it off and stretched, getting up. She got dressed in a navy blue hoodie, black skinny jeans, her combat boots, and a beanie. She left her hair down, it covering the bruise on her cheek. She slipped her phone in her pocket and walked downstairs. Her mom was awake, sitting at the kitchen table. Wren slowly walked into the kitchen. Her mother looked up at her, a small smile on her face. "Goodmorning." Her mother greeted. Wren knew that she was sober, that's why she was being nice. When she's sober, she's alright. When she's drunk, not so much. "Morning." Wren greeted. She studied her mom's features. Her mom was very pretty. 'Course she had wrinkles and bags under her eyes, but she was still beautiful.

Wren walked to the coffee pot, making coffee. Once it was finished she put some in a mug for her mother and made it just how her mom liked it, then handed it to her. She then put her own coffee in her paper coffee cup that she used every morning. She grabbed her bag and walked towards the door, waving to her mother before walking outside.

Wren walked into the school, noticing all of the people looking at her. She made sure her hair was covering her bruise and she continued to walk, going to her locker. Surprisingly, she didn't get bullied. I mean- a lot of people didn't like her, but she kept to herself so no one bothered with her. Luke walked up to her, poking her sides. She giggled a bit and shut her locked, turning to him.

"Hey." He chuckled. She smiled, tucking her hair behind her ear, forgetting about the bruise. "Hey." She smiled. He noticed it and looked at it for a moment, but he shook his head, not wanting to put any attention to it.

"Let's head to class, yeah? I heard one of the jocks glued Mr. Meyers mug to his desk." Wren laughed at Luke's excitement and nodded, following him. She pulled her hair over her cheek again, starting her day like all of the other days.