Across The Hallway|| A Sam & Colby Story

Across The Hallway - XPLR

It was 12:00pm, the LA rain pouring hard onto the pavement. It was a calming noise, I liked the rain. I stayed up on my phone for a rough hour, only then looking at the time. 1AM.

It's go time! I thought. Quickly turning my phone off, I quietly got out of my poor - quality bed, and picked up a rucksack I had packed earlier that day.

I carefully walked downstairs, as my window was way to high above ground for it to be possible for me to jump. Making my way down the stairs, my dad snoring loudly, I get to the door. I look back just to make sure he's asleep. He stirs in his sleep before jolting his head up, which I'm sure is probably throbbing with the amount of empty alcohol bottles lying on the coffee table.

"AND WHERE DO YOU THINK YOUR GOING?!" he shouts, startling me.

"Uhh... I- I was just going to Ava's house." I stutter out. I was 100% sure I sounded so obviously lying. He must've had an EXTREMELY bad hangover right now, because he somehow looked like he believed me for once.

"Fine, but you better be back by 6, or else!.."

That was all I needed to hear before I bolted for the door and ran as fast as I could to the other end of the neighborhood.

No I was not going to Ava's house, I was escaping my father. I hate having to call him that, it makes me sick to the stomach.

I had finally gotten to the end of the neighborhood, quite faster than I had expected too. I sprinted to the avenue on my left, got to the end of that one, then took a right. At this point I was tired as hell and honestly felt a stitch coming in the side of my stomach.

"Shit!" I whisper, only just now realizing that my father had followed me all the way here. He was way too slow though, as he was still an entire 2 kilometers away. At least I think..

I could still hear his distant shouts and occasionally, a couple 'You just wait til i get you' and 'Come back right this instant' s.

I beelined for the nearest building on my left, which seemed quite runned-down and abandoned. When I got inside I fast, but quietly, ran to the furthest corner. Sitting down once I reached it, I heard footsteps to my left, but not only 1 pair. There were 2.

I slowly backed up into the corner I was in and slid down against the wall, silent tears running down my face like a waterfall. I kept steady, incase it was my dad. But they soon faded into the atmosphere, no longer audible to my ears. They stopped.

It had been atleast 5 minutes by now, and I'd started to hear my dad's faint yelling and panting. I quickly stood up and stayed extremely still, in fear that he'd hear me and come find me.

I saw my father slowly jogging up to one of the houses near me. In fear, I tiptoed to a part of this dilapitated building that was further towards the back, as this place was huge. I' was pretty sure this would be a running prison or asylum back in the 30's and honestly wasn't surprised if it was. I quickly remember that I'd seen my dad.

I silently walked over to the right-hand corner of what looked like the old lunch hall. Careful not to make a sound, I slid down the wall again, frustrated that this man kept following me everywhere. I knew the consequences could vary depending on if I get caught now, later, or even don't get caught at all. But I'd rather run away somewhere and move state, just anything to get away from this asshole of a father that I somehow ended up with.

I silently watched as my dad walked into the main entrance of the old building I was in, horrified of what'd happen next.