Wanderer (Michael Clifford and Chrissy Costanza)

Chapter Five

Chrissy

"You are such a prick!" The kind woman yelled back to the man who was pinning her to the wall.

"Shut the fuck up you slut. This is MY house." He yelled into her face as he started to shove his lips into the crook of her neck.

I should do something about this, but I don't know what to do.

I'm standing in the middle of their bedroom dead in my tracks not knowing how to help the poor woman.

Frickkkk

"Please somebody help me!" She cried, but no one could hear her except me.

Chrissy you really need to do something!

I ran to his bedroom door that was closed. I opened it, then slammed it shut as hard as I can causing a loud bang to echo through the entire room.

"What the fuck?" He said as he lifted his head away from the neck of the sobbing woman, which was now bruised purple.

He threw her across the bed as he stalked over to the door. He opened it and peeked out into the hallway to only find no one.

I showed up by the side of the bed and screamed for her to run, but she couldn't hear me.

He was back by now as he towered over her.

"Please I'm sorry, just, please." She sobbed as his hands travelled all around her body. His face nuzzled into the same spot as before. I hated being stuck in these kinds of situations so much. I'm only fifteen I don't know how to help!

I smacked his hand away from her breasts but he ignored it.

I smacked his hand again as he gripped it in his hands painfully and this time he lifted his head into the view.

"Be nice!" He yelled at her. I climbed to the other side of the bed and kicked him straight in the balls.

Ew it felt gross against my foot.

He groaned in pain as he fell to the side of her covering his crotch.

"Run!" I yelled in her ear. I think she heard me this time because she got up and ran for her life. I kicked him in the balls one more time before I ran off with her.

*

We were sitting at a park as she sobbed into her hands on a bench. I felt so sorry for her.

I followed her last night because she was such a kind person. She worked at a day care center and she was giving out chocolates to children...

I never thought she'd be living with a horrible boyfriend who'd abuse her.

I wanted to comfort her but I didn't want to just pop out of nowhere. I needed an approach. I ran to the end of the sidewalk and made myself visible. I started walking towards her direction casually. I turned to her as I passed by and let out a fake gasp.

"Oh my goodness are you okay?" I asked as I knelt down to her.

She looked up at me with her puffy eyes.

"Yeah, I-I'm fine. Just, had a bad day." She sighed as she wiped her cheeks and sniffled.

"Here." I said, handing her a tissue I had stored in my backpack. She blew her nose into it while I rubbed her back.

"I'm not going to ask you what happened but I want you to know that you are a strong independent woman." I said. She looked at me into my eyes as she tried to pull up a smile. It was good enough.