Runaway

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"See you Monday!" Matt yelled as I made my way to my door. I walked in a braces myself for what I would find. "Where were you?" Danny asked half out on the couch. "I-I went to Matt's and I fell asleep so I just stayed." I explained. "You had me worried sick!" He exclaimed. I knew that was the worst lie ever. Danny wouldn't care if I were dead. I had to get out of here. I ran to my room and grabbed a duffle bag.

I heard footsteps coming upstairs I threw my bag in my closet and opened a book. My door creaked open and Danny poked his head in. "What's that?" He asked pointing to my duffle bag that only made it halfway into my closet. "My bag I took to Matt's." I responded quickly. I don't think he caught my lie but who knows what he catches anymore. "Alright. I'm going to the bar tonight, and you aren't going any where. Make the house is spotless when I get back."he said, and with that he slammed my door. I let out the breath I had been holding in since he opened the door.

I just finished packing a weeks worth of clothes, my wallet, and pepper spray I always kept in my room. I ran downstairs and called Matt. "Hello?" He answered. "Hey mind if I come over for a little bit?" I asked already knowing he wouldn't mind. "Of course! Want me to pick you up?" He asked always trying to help. "No I'm gonna walk, but thanks. See you in a little bit." I said and hung up. I was finally gonna escape. I forgot I was supposed to clean. Mine as well leave knowing I did what he asked.

Just as I finished sweeping the kitchen I was just about to leave when Danny walked through the door. I squealed. "W-what are you doing home so early?" I asked quite terrified. "I got kicked outta the bar for fighting. What's with the bag again?" He asked motioning for me to hand it over. When I refused I instantly regretted it. I could see the fire I had just lit in his eyes. I ran for the door but he stopped me and threw me on the floor.

"P-please no more!" I muttered. I had been thrown on the ground, kicked in the head, punched in the face, and now being held up against the wall by my neck. I couldn't breathe and I was trying to grab his hand but I was to weak. I could feel my body grow weaker and weaker till my arms fell limply to my sides. Once he thought I was unconscious or something he dropped me and I lay motionless on the cold tile floor.

I look into the vast sky above me. No wind, no sunshine just beautiful white puffy clouds. I felt so free, like I could just reach up and touch the soft clouds. As I reached my hand up a paper airplane landed in my hand and I study this paper airplane and see something none of the others have had. A pink heart drawn on the tail of the folded sheet of paper. Everything is silent for just a moment and then a small breeze come and take away my paper airplane.

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