Need You Now (Watty Awards 2014)

Chapter 4

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     The bell rings for school to be over and i can already feel the fear running through my veins. I didnt want to go home. I want to stay here and live my perfect life. I just want to stay here with all of my friends and Jacob. But i know that would never happen. I know that whatever i do, i'll never be truly safe from her. 

             I walk up to Chelsea's car. Why isnt she here yet? She always gets here before me. I get into the passenger seat and start the car for her. Then it hits me. Why would she leave her keys in here. She must have dropped them in here and left. What was so important that she would rish her car being stolen?! God, Chels think!!  Suddenly, i hear her voice behind the car. 

"Call me!" she said so flirtily that i roll my eyes. 

           She sits in her car seat and immediatly starts to day dream. Oh, My, God. She is serioulsy going to make me late!!! 

"Hello!! Earth to Chelsea! Who were you talking to back there?" I snap as i snap my fingers in front of her face, taking her out of her daze. 

"Sorry, I was talking to Markis Blanchard," She replies dreamily. I narrow my eyes. 

"You know how that guy is, Chels. He sleeps with every girl at school! He's a total jerk!!! Why in hell would you want to talk to him, let alone go out with him?!" I snap. 

"I can change him, Sarah. I see good in him. Plus, he's just so damn hot!!" She squeals as she starts the car. I roll my eyes at her. She is serioulsy going to get herself into some trouble. 

"What about Eddie Newman?" i asked, confused that she dropped him so fast. She must be falling hard. Poor, Chels. 

"He's old news. Plus, I heard that he drinks way too much." 

                I gave up having this dumb boy conversation with her and turned on the radio. Might as well enjoy the last few minutes of freedom. 

"What time do you want me to pick you up for the party, tomorrow?" Chelsea asked. I was so happy that she finally broke the awakward silence going on between us. 

"Um, i'm not sure. We have to be there by 6, so we can just go straight to your house after school. If i get to my house there is no way i'm going to be able to sneak out of there in time," I reply, while nodding my head to the music. 

"No problem!" 

              We finally pull up to my house and i can hear my mother screaming inside. GOd, please help me. Everytime she gets drunk, and i mean really drunk, she starts "seeing Roberts ghost'. There never really is anyone there but she still yells. And then i have to put up with it! 

        "Mother! I'm home!" i scream as i set my bag down in the closet because i know i'll be thrown in there by tonight. I can smell the alchohol drenched house and wrinkle my nose in distaste. I absolutley hate alchohol. Especially the smell. I almost felt as if i had to vomit and run to the restroom. But before i can make it there, i feel her cold, bony hand on my arms. Her nails are already piercing my skin and i wince in pain. She whips me around to where i can see her drunken face, her eyes red with tears, and slaps me across the face. 

"WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?!!! HOW DARE YOU LEAVE YOUR MOTHER ALONE!!" she screams bloody murder. 

"Mother, i was at school," I relply, terrified, with tears gathering in my eyes. She drags me to the table and sits me down. She starts pacing around the room, not sure of what to do with me. 

"You never told me that you were going to school, Sarah."

"Yes, i did. I told you goodbye, this morning." She walks over to me and gribs my face in her hand. i can already smell her nastly, hateful breath.

"I hate it when you are right. Why do you have to be right about everything!! Your just like you dreadful father!!!" She screams and she starts to cry. I've never seen her cry before and i can tell you that it isnt a pretty sight to see. It was almost looked as if she was going to start dying right here in our living room. But she quickly dries up her tears. "Your father," she whispers and she punches me in the face. I fall to the ground, holding my face. I can taste the bloode in my mouth, praying that she didnt knock out one of my teeth.

"YOU KILLED HIM!!! DIDN'T YOU!!! YOU GAVE HIM YOUR HORRIBLE COLD!! HOW COULD YOU KILL YOUR OWN FATHER!!!! YOUR A HORRIBLE, AWFUL CHILD! YOU DESERVE NOTHING! YOU'RE WORTHLESS!!!" she screams and repeatedly beats me with her belt. I hated her belt. It had spikes on it and even though they were dull, they still hurt like hell. I curl myself into a ball to where i'm in the fetile position.  I'm crying harder than i think i ever have. Not because of the pain of the wretched beating, but because she actually believed that i killed Robert. THen i said something that i know what would be the death of me. 

"Cancer isnt contagous. You can't give it to anyone!" I yelled and she picks me up by my wrist and brings me over to the closet, again. Slapping me one more time, she finally threw me in and walked in herself before closing the door. 

"Don't talk back to me EVER again!" she snaps and kicks me in the stomach and locks the door. 

            Thank god i was alone. Thank god that she stopped. I lay there in deep pain. I just sit there and cry. I cry and I cry and i just wanted to be dead. Why couldn't she have killed me? I wish she would have killed me. That way this wouldn't have to go on any longer. 

        I pick myself over to my mirror, and i look horrible. My mascara is smeared all over my face and the bruises are a deep purple on my jaw. I open my mouth to make sure all of my teeth were sill there. They were. I had a cut in my lip but ignored it. I slowly lifted up my shirt and bruises all over my stomach and back. I wish that i didn't bruise so easily and quickly. Thank God that clothes could cover that up. i looked at my legs but saw no bruises there except for on my knee, but those were common with teens. I took a deep breath in the mirror and cleaned up my face with the water from my water bottle. 

             Walking to the corner of the room i pulled out my cell phone. i couldn't call anyone without Mother hearing, but at least i could text. I only wanted to talk to one person right now. 

Me: Hey, we can talk right? 

             I don't even know why i asked. I knew he would reply. I just needed to make sure that he was there. 

Jacob:) : You can always talk to me, Sarrbear. That will be my new nickname for you ok? 

         Reading this brought a smile to my face. Sarrbear. I loved it. It made me feel so special. 

Me: lol:) i love it. Jac? 

Jacob:) : yeah, Sar? 

Me: Never hurt me okay? 

Jacob:) : Never:)