Romantic Short Stories

rescue me

I was on my bed, my laptop on my legs, trying to get my History paper done. I was in grey sweatpants and a black jacket with a black cami under it. My sheets were messed up and rolled into a ball in the corner of my bed.

I couldn't focus at all. I constantly caught myself staring at a blank wall, tuning out the world. My head whipped back to my computer screen, that little line blinking back at me. I tried, but the Louisiana Purchase was too boring.

That's when I got the text. My phone screen lighted up, showing that little green message icon. It was from Hayden, my boyfriend. It was almost eleven at night, so I was confused. He was usually sleeping at this time. He always told me I should care more about my sleeping schedule. I, of course, never listened to him.

Hayden: it's happening again

My eyes widened. I knew this happened but I never was around to know the exact timing.

Me: do you want me to do anything?

I'll have to admit, I was scared. Everything about this was scary.

Hayden: it's really bad

I swallowed.

Hayden: rox it's bad

Hayden: he keeps throwing things

Hayden: roxanne i can't stand him

Me: it's ok baby

Me: just hold on

Hayden: baby help me i can't do this anymore

Me: do you want me to pick you up?

Hayden: please

I jumped up, slamming my laptop shut. I shoved my phone in my pocket while sliding my Nike slides on my feet. I grabbed my keys and ran down the stairs, almost tripping over the steps. My parents were downstairs watching TV in the living room.

"Where are you going?" my dad asked, raising his eyebrow and crossing his arms.

"Hayden's," I told him, trying to hurry. I know how out of hand his dad could be. Any second now Hayden could easily get a broken arm. Or worse. "His dad."

"What?" My dad uncrossed his arms and sat up.

"His dad is drunk and is really angry right now! I need to go get Hayden. Goodbye, I will see you in an hour." I quickly scrambled out the door and to my car. It was my dad's old truck. Hayden, my dad, and I worked on it together. It was a dirty orange and was probably made in the 30's.

I know I was a little harsh to my dad, but it pains me to be a second away from Hayden when his dad is out of control like this.

I pulled out of the driveway, speeding down the road. I don't think my neighbors appreciate this. My headlights illuminated the road in front of me. My heart sped up and sweat trickled down my forehead and onto my brow. It always scared me when this kind of stuff happened.

I fished my phone out of my pocket and dialed Hayden's number. I turned him on speaker and set my phone on the dash.

He finally answered. "Rox, he's out of control." His voice was shaking and I could hear the roars of his dad in the background.

"It's okay. I'm driving down my road. I'll be there in seven minutes." I was probably going twenty miles over the speed limit.

He sniffed. "Please. I'm so scared, baby."

"I'm pulling off Chestnut Road, I'm five minutes away. Three if I go fast enough." Glass shattered in the background.

"I wish my mom was still alive."

"I know."

"I wish she was here."

"Me too."

I pulled onto his road. I could see the lights glowing out from the windows and Hayden's dad throwing around some things. I could see glass from the window was knocked out. I could almost hear the screams.

"Dad, please!" Hayden pleaded on the phone.

"Put that shit away, you don't need to be talking to that whore!" I swallowed away my opinions.

I pulled up to the house, the passenger side towards the house so he could quickly get in. "Baby, I'm here," I said.

"Okay. I'm coming out." He hung up the phone. The door opened and Hayden burst out of the house, his dad a few feet behind.

"Get back here you little fuck!" he yelled. Hayden yanked the door open. I floored it and turned around. He tried throwing things at the truck, but it never hit anything. If it did, he'd have a few words from me.

"You okay?" I asked, concentrating on my driving and shoving my phone back in my pocket.

"I am now that you got me." He wiped a few tears away.

"Hayd, you know you can stay at my house for however long you want. My parents don't care and I know the twins don't care," I told him. I feel like I've said this a thousand times already.

"I don't want to invade."

"Honey, I would love for you to stay. Honestly, I wish you would. Do you see how bad he gets? You can't live around that. It may be our senior year, but you need to leave that house. That's not healthy. It's horrible and it pains me to see you like this." I put my right hand on his thigh. He tangled his with mine.

"I know. I'll try it for the weekend. I need clothes, though," he finally agreed.

"We'll go while he's gone. Are you serious? Are you going to stay at my house until we graduate and move out?" I had to make sure.

He took a moment to look over at me. He gripped my hand tighter and said, "I'm ready."

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hey  sorry this one is short but this is something i thought of a while ago

i know i haven't been updating this book as much as i should but i don't have any ideas

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