Time is Running Out....

Chapter 1: One Drunk Day

Chapter 1: One Drunk Day

Leah's POV

The thunder rolled against the window as tears fell down my cheeks. I feel so weak and vulnerable. These bruises hurt so bad. The scratches on me sting. All of this from my dead-beat alcoholic mom. I stepped shakily into the bathroom which was inside of my room and gazed at myself in the mirror. I slowly touched my black eye that made a huge statement on my face. I took out my ointment and rubbed it softly on my face. I flinched at the sound of my cell phone ringing for a few seconds which meant it was only a text. I ran to get my phone. I smiled at the message which made my day. It read: Stay Strong <3. From my best fwwend Nick. He always knows how to make me feel better. I have an idea. I'm gonna call him.

*ring* *ring*

Nick: "What loser?!" he said playfully.

"You should come over and watch a movie with me." I asked in my best child voice.

Nick: "Kk .... LOSER!!!!"

*Nick hung up*

Since Nick lives down the street, I had enough time to get things situated. I slowly walked into the kitchen to find my drunk mom lying on the counter talking to herself. I microwaved some popcorn and waited for it to be done. As I was waiting I had gotten a vodka bottle thrown at my head unexpectedly.

"Throw me a bag of chips you little slut." My mom's voice echoed through my head.

I started bleeding from my right ear a lot. Tears entered my eyes and rolled down my cheeks slowly. I fiercely grabbed the bag of chips, and dodged it at my mom.

"You stupid twig bitch!" she roared.

I crouched in the kitchen corner covering my ears and screaming at the top of my lungs. She slapped me a few of times and soon it was over.

"I fucking hate you!" I exclaimed.

I ran to my room, grabbed my phone, and then jumped out my window. I fell on the ground in so much pain. I sat got up and touched the huge cut that was on my left leg and screamed with tears. I got up of the ground in only my sweatpants and Nick's t-shirt and ran to meet him. He saw me like this millions of times before, but this time I was ready to say I'm done. As soon as my mom got a divorce my dad, she's been drinking ever since. A mom is supposed to be there when you get out of a bad relationship. A mom is supposed to call you her princess and her baby girl. A mom is supposed to help you with anything and everything. I guess I don't have that. Aren't I supposed to brag about my mom to everyone? What do I have to brag about? I have the type of mom who calls me a bitch everyday. I have the type of mom who spits on me for no reason. I have the type of mom who is disgusted in me if I even glance at her. I fucking hate her.

Soon I was infront of Nick's house. I rang the door bell as many times as I could while still holding my ear. The door swung open and I ran into Nick's arms. It felt so good to be in his arms right now. Soon we released. He clenched his jaw and gave the marks and bruises angry looks. He softly rubbed my face, and pulled me inside.

"I'm so fucking sick and tired of your 'mom' doing this to you." he air quoted mom and went to go in his huge or shall I say life-size kitchen to get me a paper towel for my ear.

Nick lived alone because he couldn't stand living under his parents rules. I mean don't get me wrong he still loves them to death. Nick and I share the same birthday, January 1st. We're both in the 11th grade now. Nick's house has 4 bedrooms. 21/2 baths. 2 living rooms. 1 huge kitchen. An attic, 1 basement. He turned the basement into some type of game room and part area w/ bar. And keeps the rest of his storage in the attic.

He soon walked back into the living room.

"Thanks Nick. Wait?"

"What?" Nick sounded worried.

"I know this sounds crazy but....................................................................................Can I live here?" I announced/blurted out while looking down.

He got up and looked through a box. Soon he pulled out keys. He came back over to the couch and tossed them to me while he was standing up. "Here you go. You're very own house keys." He said with a huge grin on his face.

I thought he wouldn't budge. I thought he would just give me a lecture about everything to know about having a roomy and everything else.

I ran over and hugged him carelessly."Thanks Nick!" I screeched.

"We're gonna have to sneak in your house at like 3am okay?" he asked pulling away staring at me deadly in the eye.

"K whatever." I sighed.

Nick and I ran so I can go pick my room.

I decided to pick the room next to his. It had furry fake bear skin walls that were actually furry(white). A king sized bed with a tribal bed spread. A fluffy white carpet. A walk-in closet. A bathroom. A balcony. And Surfboards covering the room.

I immediately fell in love.

I spun around and hugged Nick.

"Thanks." I said. With a smile that I couldn't hide.