ESCAPE

1

"I love you" he said with passion in his eyes.

My eyes filled with tears. It was the first time Eric had told me that he loved me. "I LOVE YOU TOO!" I said jumping into his arms.

I wanted to stay in this moment forever. I was in complete and deep in love with him. I knew it was wrong to say but it was true. I know that my parents would kill me if they found out I was with Eric.

They want someone better for me. Me and Eric were complete opposites. I was the nerdy girl who was always studying and getting good grades so I could get a scholarship and get my doctor degree. Instead of going to partys getting drunk and high. And most of all making decisions that I would later on regret, if I could even remember. Don't get me wrong I can TURN UP. I've  gotten drunk once or twice. Smoked some. But that wasn't the life for me.

Eric on the other hand was a artist he didn't plan on going to college he wanted to go around the world with me and paint and draw. Eric was quite the artist. He could definitely make a living off of it aside from what his parents think.

His parents, like mine were lawyers. They definitely did not condone his inner artist.

The actual reason why I met Eric was because he got aressted for sprypainting graffiti on the side of some stupid building. My parents had his case.

When we first met I actually hated him. He was this arrogant guy that all the girls were all over and he sure took advantage of that. He was just another womanizer.

Thats what I had thought for months until he got transfered to my high school and I really got to know him. I learned that he is sweet and kind, funny and definitely cute.

I was snapped out of my thoughts by my bestfriend Renay snapping her fingers in my face. "Hey whats up with you, you totally zoned out for like thirty minutes Eric left after he told you that he loved you. He said to call him. He was kinda freaked out cause you weren't answering when we were calling out your name."

"Oh sorry I was just thinking."

"Well we better get going or else we are gonna miss the bus. You know how much your parents hate to have to come pick you up."

"Yeah I know." I said getting on the bus.

I just starred out the window for the entire way home.

As soon as I got in I heard the usual yelling. Nothing new but it still made me sad to think about how my parents stayed together even though they were always fighting.

"YOUR SO FUCKING STUPID!" My dad yelled at my mom.

I know my mom was sad because I could see the small tear forming in her now sad brown eyes. But that sad look was imeadietly replaced with anger.

For this one time she said nothing just stormed away slamming the door. I was to angry to go pry my mom off the bed and get her to take care of her childeren.

I knew it wasn't her fault, my dad has always been the worst person to be around. Im just sad that he puts my mom through hell when she did nothing wrong. Sometimes he takes it out on us. Not physically, thank god, but he does cuss a lot and say things that your dad should never say to you.

Its hard to forget but as long as I have my mom everything would be okay. She use to be so full of life and energy. Now all I see is a better looking zombie. She is still beautiful. But once my parents started fighting something went off in her and I felt like I had lost my mom. For that I would never forgive my da... HIM.

I go up to my room while my mom is sobbing and my dad starts working on another case. I do my homework but am abruptly inturupted by HIS cold voice filled with hatered.

This wouldn't be good.

"What are you doing up there?"

"Homework."

"How come your only doing homework when I want you down here?"

"I don't know take that up with my teachers."

"Is that attitude your giving me? You know I won't even blink before I slap that smart ass look off your face."

Well that kinda hurt. I never understood why he chose to be this way ever since his job made a take off he just wasn't the same. I cry so much because of him because there are so many times where I try to be nice and kind but he says something so hurtful, and it just gets the best of me. I can, without a doubt say that he breaks me into little tiny pieces.

"I want you to clean the kitchen then you can do your 'homework'."

I started cleaning and left the kitchen looking way better than it usually does. I run upstairs and finish doing my homework. I go next foor to my brothers room to just chill with him for a while.

"Hey." I said to him.

"Wassup, what do you want?"

"I WANT to just hang out with you, we never talk anymore."

"Mmmkayyy fine. Come over here and play with my hair I have a crazy headache from work."

"Oh that sucks, ok."

I started playing with his hair when he spoke. "Bruhhhh im hungry, let's go downstairs."

"K"

We ran down the stairs with growling stomachs. We heard both my mom and dad downstairs making samll talk. They never really had real conversations. I never understood why they stayed together. "Hey what have you guys been up to?" My mom said.

"Nothing me Jayden were just hungry so we're gonna get a snack or 'somethin'."

"K"

My brother got out a pizza. And I got out some cookies for a little snack. My dad and my brother engaged in some small talk. Which was usually very rare unless my bro was in trouble. I wasn't really paying any attention to what they were saying but by the time I tryed to toon in to their conversation it was pretty much over all I heard him say was whatever.

Next thing I know my dad gets up grabs the pizza and throws it at my brother. He starts swinging at my brother.

My mom quickly gets up I run upstairs still looking at the mess I called a family downstairs. When I turned the corner the last thing I saw was my mom throw a boiling pot of water at my dad.

I run into my room and grab my duffle bag that I had once used for when I used to dance. I grab any clothes and the rest of the necessitys. I run downstairs.

As i come to the last step I see my dad. "Where the fuck do YOU think your doing?!" He said.

"Im doing what I should've done years ago, leaving."

"And why do you suppose I would let you willingly let you go?"

"Because I know you want to be right. I know that you know how it is in those streets. I don't doubt you for one secound, so that's exactly why im gonna leave. Because each night that im gone you will be forced to think of all the things that are happening to me. So with my suffering you will be hurt too."

"You know what your exactly right, just not about the me caring part. But yes I do know that I will be right and that you will come crawling back. So yes by all means go!"

I take a step out of my "no longer home" and take a deep breath of free air. And I make a phone call.