My road, My world

Chapter 3

I walked into the house and swept past the kitchen. There was no one there. Where were they? I didn't hear anything either. But I turned around only to meet my step-mother, I really don't like her or her rotten little son. She had a look of pure anger on her face and I knew I wasn't going to get by easy.

"What do you want Melissa?" I wasn't in the mood to be dealing with her right now. Or anytime for that matter.

"I want you out, but I know that won't happen anytime soon. So I'll just have to deal with it. But I need you to baby-sit Jordan for me. Tomorrow night." She looked at me like she expected me to do it. Not even knowing I had work late that night.

"No, I work tomorrow. And your son is like thirteen. I'm sure he can manage on his own for a few hours." I went to turn around and head to my lovely three flights of stairs when my arm was pulled back and I felt a hand across my face.I fell to the ground, I couldn't really get up since she got me in the ear knocking me off balance.

"You will watch my son you little whore!" She knelt down and started to beat me. I felt fists and slaps and kicks all over my body. It hurt at first, but then the pan kind of went away. And so did she.

I need to get out of this house, is all I was thinking as I walked upstairs to my room. I felt something drip down my face, I put my hand to the spot and when I pulled away my hand was covered in blood. I limped up until I made it to my room. I took off all of my clothes and looked at the damage. I had large bruises all up my ribs and it hurt to breathe I had yellowish tints of bruises on my arms and my face was the worst of it all. My right eye was swollen shut and my nose looked broken. My lip was puffed up and my cheek had a large purple hand print clearly plastered across my face. I looked around for my concealer and there was barely any left. i knew I had to get more before anyone who knew me saw me. But I also needed to get out of this house I grabbed my laptop and sat at my desk, googling how much it would cost me to live on my own. Maybe I could live above the cafe and not have to worry about the commute to work. I will figure this out.

It had been an hour and I came up with a plan. I wrote all of my expenses out and totaled it up. I can live above the cafe and still have enough to buy food, and maybe save a little. So, I looked around in my closet for my huge suitcase. When I found it I grabbed all of my clothes and that only filled it half way. I also grabbed my phone, charger, computer and charger, my notebooks, sketch books, make-up, pictures of my family when we were happy, and my mother's jewelry. These are the only things that meant the world to me and I wasn't going to leave any of them behind. I layed down going over what I was going to do the next day and slept hoping for the best.

When I woke up I was anxious to get out of the house, I didn't want to run into anyone on my way out the door. I got dressed in a pair of black leggings, a black tank top, and pulled a long sweater over top. I added a scarf and a red beanie. I was ready to go after I pulled on my boots. I grabbed my purse and put my phone, notepad, work clothes, and a few other things in it and pulled my suitcase behind me and as quietly as I could walked down the stairs and towards the back door. No one is home, I'm glad. I thought about leaving a note, but I didn't want anyone to know where I went yet, they don't need to know where I am. I walked out the door and grabbed my bike and some rope and bungee cords. I strapped my suitcase to the back of my bike and started off from my used to be house. I want to be as far away from here as possible. I would like to leave this town but leaving this house will have to do for now. And I'll take it.

I arrive at the cafe around nine in the morning. I opened the front door and saw Karen working away to be able to open by 10. I would owe her so much when I could get a job that made more than what I am making now.

"Hey Karen." I was quiet, I don't want her to turn around and see me. I don't want her to see what happened this time. She was always to worried about me and what happened at home. I didn't want her worrying about me now.