Let it Be //

Chapter 3

Chapter 3:

My jump from the roof to the hard ground of my front yard is less painful than expected. My sudden guts to not only escape my own home, but to jump off a roof, are starting to frighten me. The darkness stalks closely behind me as I make my way to other side of the street. I check my phone, noticing the late hour of the night.

Dim streetlights form a path to the bad side of town- it being my only option to get some help.

The faint bark of a dog howls through the quiet neighborhood as a car passes me. Paranioa floods me and I stiffen, shoving my hands deep into my pocket and burying my head deeper into the hood of my jacket. My nerves fade as the car continues ahead making a sharp turn around the corner, nearly taking out a mailbox in the process.

A headache begins tapping at the inside of my skull, reminding me of my mother's old Grandfather clock: the loud pendulum swaying from left to right hitting the oak wood with a loud clank!

I pass a group of pre-teens smoking a joint of weed and laughing about a stupid video they saw online. They remind me of a group of friends I used to hang around as a Freshman in high school.

The throbbing in my head and arm hasn't eased and I begin feeling waves of dizziness wash into my head and causing my vision to blur a bit.
You're almost to there. I encourage myself, as usual. I have no one else, really.

Sweat begins trickling down my neck and burning at my skin. I squint my eyes in pain as I stumble to the hard concrete. Landing on my palms- they're scraped and I am forced to pick out tiny pebbles from my stinging hands as I wipe myself off and stand again.

I hear faint shouts coming from a local pub about 50 feet from where I stand.
"You owe me $20 you son of a bitch!" The raspy voice comes from a man in a torn plaid shirt and a long white beard hanging from his wrinkled chin. He's chasing a young boy with a beanie sticking to his dirty blonde waves. From here, I can tell they are both intoxicated.

Tears brim my eyes and the pendulum in my head swings against the left side of my head once again. I decide to cross the street, avoiding the commotion between the two drunks now feet from me.

I dip my head down and shove my hands into the soft cotton pockets of my jackets. I'm fading in and out of consciousness and I am unstable on my feet. Screams echo from across the street as I cross the yellow lines of the freshly paved road.

"Oh my god look!"

And that's when I see bright headlights heading in my direction, in the light, I see my fathers image as he chases me down the hallway and into my bathroom. I slam the door, fleeing myself from his danger.

I hear a car horn followed by squeals of a women, but my vision is paralyzed and my legs are wobbly as I try running from the screams I hear behind me.

But the wind is knocked out of me as something connects with my chest, throwing me to the ground with surprised ease. I manage a moan and try to lift my arm, but it's so heavy. Was there an avalanche? Have I been crushed by rocks?

That's the only way I can describe the way I am feeling.

His body lingers on top of mine and his hand cushions my head. The squeak of a car adds to my headache. I blink slowly and find myself dreaming of my mother before I am able to catch a single glimpse of my savior.
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