Follow The Buzzards

II

Dean was still home alone so he was in the clear. I wasn't so fortunate. My mother was home. I had barely stepped inside when an empty beer bottle was hurled my way. I stepped over the shattered glass and headed for the stairs.

"Ellie, you pathetic bitch!" My mother yelled from the bottom of the steps. "Where the hell have you been?'

I slammed my door shut thinking I could ask her the same. I curled up in a ball under the sheets and listened to my mother complain about how I was a waste of her money. I didn't feel anything because I knew it was true, why would I want to live this life? I needed to be with someone who knew me better than me. I wanted to go on adventures with Dean. Him being the only person daring enough to do anything interesting anymore. Since drugs weren't really my thing, it's where I got my adrenaline high. I heard a louder voice outside my door. It was my dad. Drunk as ever, and cussing up a storm.

"Where is that little shit? I'll fucking kill you!" My father shouted while banging on my locked door.

Enough was enough. I got up and grabbed my coat, I put some of my belongings into my bag and I hopped out my bedside window. Running away wasn't anything new to me. I have done this before. Not like my parents would care anyway.

My black hoodie blended in with the darkness around me. It was probably midnight, or later. I could barely see where I was going, but I was going somewhere. No one would dare go out this late at night. At least where I'm from. The creeps at night would eat you alive. With my pocket knife at hand I was rather confident.

       I seemed to naturally make my way to Dean's house, he was still alone. I barged in without knocking to see him icing his leg on the smelly couch while watching the News. They were showing new attacks on the Statue of Liberty and the newly constructed White House in Texas. Once again, no words were said, we both sat there, jaws to the floor, watching body after body being pulled out. Then they mentioned something about some Safety Protection Vault being ready to open in case of further attacks. We didn't know what to say, so we didn't say anything at all. I spent the night at his house sleeping on the couch that spelt like rat feces. Anything was better than my house. I woke up to his piss drunk father stumbling by, unaware of my presence. As soon as he disappeared in the kitchen, Dean grabbed me and headed for the door. "I don't want to deal with him." Dean stated while quietly closing the door behind him.