Runaway

Chapter 3

  I opened the door and twisted the knob to shut it as quietly as possible. I saw him sitting on the couch, bottle in hand. I kept near the wall and snuck to the staircase on the other side of the room. I had never been so motivated to be silent. When I got to the staircase I heard him move. He stood and was about to turn around. I took the stairs a couple at a time and heard him scream. I knew he had seen me, at this point it was a game of getting to my room before he can get to me. I heard him descend the stairs and turned the corner into my room. I made sure to lock the door behind me and then push a chair up underneath the knob.

  I dropped my bag on the floor just inside the closet and changed into a pair of sweatpants. I then moved over to the desk and rummaged through the bottom right drawer. Once I found what I was looking for I slid the drawer shut. He had been banging on the door for 5 minutes now, screaming about how ignorant and stupid I was. 

  I wiped the tears that had begun to dampen my face. Holding the razor down to my wrist and slicing over years of scars. I shook from a small sob and then moved up a little, leaving another red line. I grabbed paper towels from the drawer and tried to dab up the mess. Now I cried harder, he had left, probably from alcohol deficiency. I searched through my bag for my book and once I found it I began to read. For some reason, reading the book has always chilled me out. I laid down in bed and read until I fell asleep, the book laying on my chest.

  I slept terribly, I had horrific nightmares and I woke up crying. I brushed the tears off my face and got dressed. I had woke up an hour early, and decided to take it easy this morning. When I heard shuffling upstairs I almost threw up. Why was he up so early, normally he is hungover and asleep. I tied my laces and crammed my stuff into my bag, preparing to sneak out. I opened the door and slipped around the corner. I took the stairs one at a time, but at a fast pace. When I got to the top I saw him pouring coffee. I knew this was my moment and bolted for the door, but clumsy me tripped over a bottle on the floor. "LEX WATCH WHERE YOU STEP. YOU'RE A BITCH JUST LIKE MOM. NEVER BEING ABLE TO DO ANYTHING." It was the stupidest thing. But I felt hot tears on my face. I tried to stand up, but he was already hovering over me. He kicked my stomach, forcing me to exhale. I gasped for air before he kicked me again, but this time he hit my hand too becuase I had it over my stomach. He kept kicking me and I just lay there crying and trying to breath. I felt a sharp pain on my jaw. "STAND UP YOU LITTLE WHORE!" He screamed. I let out a little sob and tried to stand up, but he slapped me, causing me to stumble. "YOU'RE SUCH A LITTLE BITCH. I HATE YOU. YOU NEVER LISTEN AND YOU'RE ALWAYS IN YOUR ROOM. WHERE WERE YOU LAST NIGHT? LITTLE WHORE." I cried harder and felt his boot slam against my chest, I gasped for air and scooted away from him. I used the couch to stand up and dashed for the door. Just as I had my hand on the knob he grabbed me by the waist and  tossed me at the wall. "LITTLE BITCH, TRYING TO RUN AWAY JUST LIKE MOM."  I sobbed and scooted away. Once I found the staircase I started to crawl down it. I felt a sharp pain in my back and started tumbling down the stairs. I pulled my bag over my head so I wouldn't hit it. "Run away like the bitch you are!" He yelled from the top of the steps. Once I got to the bottom I just cried, I hurt everywhere. I stood up and slipped into my room. After locking the door behind me I pushed myself up and hobbled over to the small attached bathroom.

  I pulled up my shirt to assess the damage. I saw a yellowing bruise that was the shape of his hand but overlapping that there were purple bruises from him kicking me. My eye and jaw were swollen and bruising. I was more bruised than healed. It hurt to breathe, to cry, to blink. The most basic things. I wanted to just die and it all be over with. I decided to just take a nap, since I didn't really have rhe energy to do much else.
                             
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   When I woke up I heard a car pull out of the driveway. He must've left. I cautiously opened the door and stumbled up the stairs. I saw that he wasn't around and made a sandwich. I was so hungry. It was agonizing to swallow but I wanted to eat so much. Then I heard a knock on the door. And almost jumped out of my skin. I hobbled over to the window and looked out. It was Vic.
  How the hell did he find my house. I'm starting to question if he is a stalker. I brushed my hair over the bruised side of my face and opened the door. "Hello?" I said, sounding slightly annoyed. "Hey, Lex, I just wanted to bring you your homework from today..." He explained looking a little hurt. "Oh, thanks. How did you find my house?" I questioned. "The school told me. Well they told me the street and then I forgot the rest. This is the 6th house that I've knocked on the door.." I laughed lightly and nodded. "So about that homework. Can I come in and I can catch you up?" I thought for a moment. I never know when he will be home. He could be clubbing or he could've just ran to the store for more beer. "Why don't we go to the park?" I requested. He nodded, "The park then." I realized that I was still wearing my shoes and clothes from earlier. "Okay, let's head out." I said and half ran half stumbled down the stairs to grab my backpack. When I got back he was leaning against the wall outside and humming to a song I had never heard before. "What song is that?" I asked as I shut the door behind me.  "It's a new one we are working on, Caraphernilia." He explained and stood straight. As we started walking down the sidewalk to the park I heard a car rattle down the road behind us. I knew it was him and walked faster, and stepped in front of Vic. When I heard the car door slam and the house door shut I knew that I was safe, but didn't slow down until I got around the corner. "Why were you walking so fast? Is everything okay?" I whipped around, "Yeah. I'm fine." I lied. I knew he hadn't bought it but he just nodded. "Your face looks like you ran into a tree..." He said in a questioning tone. I felt hot tears dare to spill over. "My face is fine." I said harshly and wiped my eyes. How is it that I've known this boy for merely 2 days yet he knew more about me than anyone. He's very observative.
 
I sat down on the soft grass and leaned against the tree, as much as my back hurt. "I know you're probably not in the mood to talk to me anymore, err, that's how it seems. But I would like to say a few things so just hear me out." Vic said nervously, as if he wasn't sure if he really wanted to say what he was going to say. I just nodded. "I know that we just met but I want you to be able to call me whenever so here is my number," He wrote his number on a small card and handed it to me, "also, I want you to come to band practice more often, we need some criticism and a manager. So..." I opened my eyes and looked at him, "You're really nice to me. I don't really know why. But I would love to be your manager." I figured since band practice gets me out of the house. He grinned. "Thank you so much!" He exclaimed and hugged me, careful not to hit my face. Little did he know how much pain that caused me. I felt it. The tears. They were spilling over, and I couldn't stop it. I wiped my face tried to croak out an apology. "Don't apologize, everyone has to just let it out sometimes." He explained. "You're such a good friend, and I barely know you!" He rubbed my back, and nodded. I guess he just knew that was all I needed.
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