The ones who made it better

Screaming

I sat up in bed hearing my parents fighting... Again. My mom was strung out on drugs my dad a total angry ding bat. I rarely got any sleep, at all. It was ridiculous. I layed back down sinking under the covers. I didn't cry I never cried anymore. I got up and started getting dressed, I wasn't gonna stay the night here. I got a few things unlocked my window and climbed out. I ran down the street. I knew exactly where I was going.
I saw Billie sitting on his front porch smoking, I walked over and sat next to him exhausted. "Parents again?" I shook my head yes and rested it on his shoulder. I closed my burning eyes but the burning in my stomach was still there. He put the cigarette out and dragged me inside with him. "You can't keep doing this Thalia." I shook my head. I was choked up. He handed me a glass of soda and I drank it slowly. It made my stomach worse. My head was spinning Billie was talking but my ears couldn't pick up anything I sat down. My body was heating up, it was burning like I was caught in a fire full of toxins. Where I couldn't breathe or see to the other end. I jumped as I felt a hand on my knee. I snapped out of it and heard the Ramones playing. I blinked really hard. Billie looked at me like he'd just seen a ghost. My head felt like someone was slowly ripping it apart. I layed down on the floor looking up as the ceiling fan was turning. Billie lay down next to me. It was cool we both had dyed red hair and green eyes. We almost look like siblings. It hurt to think. It hurt to lay there. It hurt. I noticed Billie drift in and out of sleep everytime he jolted awake to see me, to feel me that I was still alive. Everytime he did I jumped a bit.
I was afraid, afraid of everything my whole life. I've been blamed for my parents fights and beaten even. The school back in 3rd grade called social. 2 weeks later I was back I was blamed again and got verbal bruises. And hit again. Everytime after that I got threatened for worse and still hit. It's not constant but random making me jumpy. I get blamed for eating "their" food so I stopped eating as much. I got free lunch at school but during the holidays I'd stay long periods of time at people's houses.
I ended up sleeping, when I woke up I was in Billies brothers bed and he was in his. I looked at the time. 7 a.m I got about 4 hours of sleep. That wasn't bad. I closed my eyes hoping for more over the next hour and... nothing. I got up and went to the kitchen Billies mom kissed me good bye before leaving for work and I got myself a cup of coffee.
I was never able to get a job I was like twice. I either got fired or had to quit. For 1 I would go into panic attack mode when someone talked to me and for 2 my parents almost always stole my money so it wasn't worth it.
I was snapped out if wheb Billies brother came barging in through the front door he landed on the couch. I got him him a cup of coffee as well and set it on the table next to him. He sat up slowly drinking it. "Why don't you come to a show sometime?" I gulped real hard... man his band was good. "I would if I didn't get blamed every night for "not helping around the house" or some shit." He shook his head. Our conversation was over after that and we both drank in silence. I got up putting the mug in the sink and went back to the room Billie was sleeping in. I left a note and put my shoes on and my jacket. I left real quick. It was winter and yeah the weather was constant but still a bit cool.
I remember when we had winter break every year when I was young I had no idea what a Christmas was! I never had a real one. It wasn't even all that sad. I mean I had a birthday I knew what that was it was usually celebrated my getting yelled at and getting a cupcake but all that stopped once I wasn't so young.
I made it home and snuck back in and crawled under the covers. Usually both my parents were asleep at this time until like 9 am. I heard a knock at my bedroom door and my mom barged in crying. Oh yeah he usually moved out every Saturday night until Monday morning. I sat up and listened I had to or I'd get whipped. She left crying more and I slid back under the covers.
I imagined I wasn't here but some where private somewhere in the middle of nowhere. Alone. Trees surrounding me everywhere I turn. I jumped a bit hearing slamming of the front door I checked and she left. I hurriedly got up and started cleaning the house she expected spotless and I had to or I was gonna get blows of verbal and physical. I threw things away strightened things and never went in their room.
I went to my room shutting it. I was afraid of what was going to come anyway. I sat on my bed or what was left of it I tried to nap waking up every so often afraid of my surroundings. Suddenly someone was at my window making me jump. It was only Billie Joe. "Billie go home." I opened my window whispering.
"Haha no"
He climbed in.
"Are they home?"
I shook my head.
"Go home Billie they'll kill me before they kill you!"
Suddenly I heard the front door slide open. I rushed Billie in the closer covering him up with blankets and random stuff. It looked like nobody was there and I shut my window quietly. Mom came in. I was shaking and sat against my bed calming down. Please don't see Billie please don't see Billie.
"THALIA COME HERE."
I went downstairs. I stood on front of my mom she was obviously drunk. I stood there I felt like my lungs were collapsing. She started yelling about an ash tray and how it wasn't dumbed. I whispered quietly.
"That, that was in your room."
She threw it at me hitting my knee. I held my mouth shut and the tears back. It as heavy but didn't shatter. She lit up a cigarette and blew smoke in my face laughing. I lightly heard noises in my room. Billie moved shit he's leaving I know he is. Just like everyone else did in my life. She lifted up my sleeve where my other burn marks were and put out her cigarette and asked me to relight it throwing her lighter at me I did each time she asked and everytime was a new burn mark. Suddenly I couldn't take the pain the burning. I screamed and all I could hear was laughing and Billie ran out of my room and down the hall which scared me. My mom looked shocked and Billie pulled me away and threw a punch at my mom and we ran to my room he threw a bag outside and pulled me outside and he was right behind me. We ran and ran and ran.