Fighting Darkness

Chapter Twenty-One

I feel like I'm disappointing ya'll!! This is a little bitty fill in chapter, and a little heads up. I won't be on a lot, I have a honors report:/ that's two essays and reading a book. So I will try!!!! Thank you and love you !!!:)

***Paige****

My life's Tiffany Glass, every time I look through it, it always is disoriented. Nothing looks right and nothing is the same. The books always the same old story, and now, the story is falling apart.

I want to go home, and I want to get out of this. Maine will be waiting for me; I bet everyone will be happy to see that I'm alive. Since I left, no contact has been given to anyone. I completely disappeared, until now. All my stuff is packed, so all I have to do I grab it and go.

The I-V that's in my vain itches, a burning intense pain flames every time my arm moves. I wish I could rip these out, but that's would be bad.

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"Just watch over her, and make sure she takes these pills twice a day." The doctor continues, handing Nathan a small orange bottle of pills. These directions are making my head spin, no wonder I'm in here. "And with all that said, that will be all." Hand shakes and nods are exchanged before the sliding doors let us out. Silence is all I hear. It rings through my ears, like a bird singing. Filling all the room my ears can handle.

Nathan opens the passenger door for me, letting me slide in before he shuts it, walking over to his side, while slamming his. He won't start the car until a word is said, and it will come from him first.

"Are you insane?" He asks. Staring straight ahead, hands gripping the wheel, turning his tan knuckles white.

"You can't honestly think it's my fault!" I respond in disbelief. Nathan's face turns towards me, making me see the rage his eyes hold. The emerald green eyes I once knew are replace by a dark smoldering look. Killing anyone within five feet.

"It sure seems like that, doesn't it, Paige."

"Take me home." My voice stays monotone. Not breaking with any syllable. Nathan obeys my command, putting black ford in reverse; leaving the parking lot.

"I said home. Not your house." He shrugs his shoulders. "Your house will never be my home." I spit out, and this is true. I have no real home. My mom left my dads dead. For God's sake, my fucking grandmother had to raise me! She couldn't even handle herself, with the drinking problem she had, but then again, this why she kept it a secret. She kept her little secret from the world, never left the house until she was sober, but she did raise me, and I do love her. More than my own parents.

"Why do you need to go home?" Questions fill the air, like cigarette smoke. "Why can't you stay with me?" Getting thicker.

"What did I do wrong?" Suffocating me.

"What did Derek do?" Choking my every last breath, until I snap.

"Shut the fuck up, Nathan, and drive me home!" My voice rages in the empty car. Only one person to hear my rant. When did he become so clingy? I'm the one whose suppose to be clingy. After all I can't decide on who to choose.

"Take the pills, the doctor said so and I -"

"I don't need your fucking pills." Nathan's hand retracts setting the bright orange bottle in the seat. I slam the door shut, showing how much I truly hate him.

I'm getting out of here. I'm getting out of Detroit and going to Maine. I'm leaving.. Tonight. I won't look back and I will never come back. My shoes clank against the cement stairs, finding the discolored door. The keys in my pocket jingle as I take them out, stuffing them into the lock, the gears slide open, letting me push the door allowing me a passage in. There he is... Passed out on the couch, remote sitting on his chest, moving along with each breath he takes. The light flashes through the dark living room, booming about how Cascade is better than Finish. I creep over to where his lying body is, grabbing his phone from the side. "What?" A groggy voice, and a moving body awaken. I duck behind the couch, sucking in my breath. "T.V." A button clicks and the light is off. I can't see. Standing up slowly, leaning over the object, my hand searches. Landing in the plush leather material, sliding to the right, feeling the many buttons the the slick remote, and sliding over more to the right feeling, a denim material. I gag into the air, before lips are connected to mine. "You do t have to be sneaky." A smirk places on his lips, filling the air with the smell of whiskey and a mix if vodka. Running my hand over his chest, I feel nothing but fabric and a necklace. More and more I stretch to the right I can't feel the mobile phone. "Babe," my head burns of these words. "I need to use your phone, Sapphire needs to gossip to me." I try to say with a time of seductiveness. The rectangular object is shoved in my hand. Hazy yellow walls drown me as his voice calls after me. "You and me, later." I could throw up by those words. They don't turn anyone on unless you're a slut.

Most of my things are packed,I just need a plan to get them outside. Two medium sized suitcases and a backpack won't be that hard, but trying not to make any noise, will be hard.

"Yes, taxi service." A husky voice answer, I can almost smell the stinginess of the place.

"Yes, I need a cab at 7690 Luxury Apartments." I answer, putting the backpack on my back, along with a suit case in my arm.

"How far?"

"To the airport." Movement in the living room. "And please hurry." The urgency in my voice could have not stood out anymore. Hopefully he senses that.

"We'll be there in ten." And it's that. The shower water starts and the cab man has hung up the phone. I can leave with out Derek hearing me.

I slide the phone in my back pocket, grabbing the other suitcase; making my way down the hall. Taking cautious steps. The bathroom lights on, with steaming water coming out the bottom. Probably passed out with a drink in hand.

"Is this all, miss?" I nod my head.

"Oh wait!" I step out of the small yellow checkered car, grabbing Derek's phone out of my back pocket, and placing it under the back tire. My body reconnects with the seat, as I signal the driver to go on. Hearing the crunch of his precious phone, nothing will stop me from leaving. I'm Maine bound.