It was 2:37 and I was bawling. My mom won't let me see them tomorrow. Or ever. School starts in 6 days, and I can't wait that long to see Chris. I can't even wait that long to see Vern, even though he's annoying most of the time. But I love my friends, and that's the one thing that I wouldn't want to get taken away from me. But she did. I sat up and held my head. It was pounding. My mom had me eat upstairs, so at least I wasn't hungry. I looked at the drawings of Chris, that were now sprawled out across the floor. Holy shit. I have an idea. I got up and grabbed my backpack.
I had packed a sleeping bag, my change from my piggy bank, and a flash light. I was going to the tree house, and I'd wait there until the guys got there. Then, I would tell them that I was running away. Chris would defiantly come with me. And when I mean run away, I mean run away for a couple of days. I know it sounds stupid, but I feel like if my parents see how much I care about them, they will let me stay friends with them. I was currently wearing a pair of acid-washed jeans, my black converse, and a black t-shirt with white on the edges of the sleeves and the neck. I tucked it into the front part of my jeans, and took a deep breath. I opened my window, and climber through. I never regretted it.
I walked the quiet back streets of Castle Rock; the quickest way to get to the treehouse. I heard the buzz of a car coming down the street and I turned around. I saw headlights. I turned back around, hoping they didn't see me. Then I heard them some closer, then stop. I kept walking.
"Hey, where do you think your goin'?" I heard a guy say. He sounded about 18 or 20.
"C'mon, baby. We'll give ya a ride," another one said. They sounded drunk.
"Don't need one," I said without stopping. I started to cross into the field.
"Why are all of them bitches?" I heard the other one ask. I turned around and slowly walked back to their car.
"Excuse me?" I said. I clenched my teeth.
"Come with us, you'll have a good time," he said with a smile. I wanted to punch his face in.
"No," I said in the most disgusted voice I could muster. He frowned.
"I don't take no for an answer." He started to drive closer to me. I backed up and looked at the ground, trying to find something to protect me with. I turned around. There were three rock about as big as my hand. I picked them up and heard car doors shut. I looked at them.
"Get back in the fucking car, or you both will end up hurt," I said coolly. They laughed. I never had told the guys, because there was no reason to, but I was the pitcher for a boys baseball team. I was that good. I got a rock out of my pocket and chucked it at one of the guys. He fell back into the car in pain. I pelted one at the other guy. It hit his neck and he laid on the ground, wheezing. I threw the last one at the car, causing a big scratch and a dent. I pelted up the hill, leaving the guys in the darkness.
I shoved the door open, causing the table to fall. I threw myself through the small opening and quickly shut the door. I put the table back up and leaned backwards into my arms while lying on the floor. I took a deep breath but cut it short when I heard a voice. "Hello?" I heard someone say in the darkness. I looked to my right and saw someone sitting up in the covers. I started to crawl towards them.
"Chris?" I asked in a high pitched voice. He sighed.
"Jesus Christ Dez, you scared me half to death," he said as he rubbed his eyes with one of his hands. I crawled in next to him.
"Shit, your freezing." He moved my backpack away and wrapped his arms around me.
"Why are you here?" I asked him, shivering.
"I should ask you the same thing," he said, laughing. I sat up and looked at him. He sat up too, knowing that I was going to say something important.
"What's wrong?" He said, sounding worried. I opened my mouth but couldn't speak.
"...Dezarae, what's wrong?" He said scooting closer to me, putting an arm around my shoulders.
"I'm running away," I said. My voice was quavery. Chris stayed silent.
"I'm not leaving forever. Just long enough for my parents to understand..tha-that I care about you guys...like, a lot.." My vision started to blur.
"What happened?" Chris said, sounding very worried at this point. I sniffled.
"I-I'm not allowed to see you..or any of the guys..my parents don't think your a good influence or something.." I wiped my eyes before Chris could see I was crying. He hugged me, burying his face in my neck.
"I'm coming with you. I'm pretty sure everyone else will, too." He still sounded worried, or unsure, I don't know, but it didn't sound too good.
"Why are you you here?" I asked. Chris looked like he was going to speak, then didn't. He grabbed the bottom of his shirt, and took it off. Oh Lordy. But he didn't say anything other than stare at me. He turned his back to me, and that's when I saw them. Blue, black, and purple bruises dotted his back. Not small ones, but ones the sizes of fists. Huge fists. He quickly put his shirt back on, and wouldn't meet my eyes.
"My dad," He finally managed to say, "He gets wicked drunk..and when he does, it's not the best time to be around." He finally met my eyes. I gave him a huge hug.
"I'm so sorry Chris.." I said.
After about an hour and a half, we went to sleep. But before I did, I remembered the guys who tried to take me with them. I was going to tell Chris, but I didn't. I decided not to.
