Save You Tonight

Chapter One

(A/N) WARNING violence in this chapter and drinking

I rubbed my hands over my bare arms. Here it was, the middle of November at 10 o'colck and I didn't have my jacket. It was a fifteen minute walk from work to my boyfriends house. I looked up at the moon that was rising in the sky and silently hoped that Kyle, my boyfriend, wasn't there when I got there.

When I finally got home I looked over at the driveway to see his car missing. I smiled to myself and walked into the house. I went upstairs and changed into something a little bit more comfortable then went and sat on the couch with my book. I had just gotten to a really interesting part when I heard the squealing of tires coming to a hault. I heard the door to his car slam and I closed my book and put it on the end table. When he walked through the front door I could instantly smell the alcohol. He lazily looked over at me and squinted in the light.

"Waiting for me? Thinking I wasn't coming home to your sorry ass?" His words all slurred together making it hard to understand. He walked over to me and I stood up and faced him. "No, I was just-" He raised his hand and slapped me hard across the face. "Going to make excuses?! Just tell the damn truth!" I brought my hand to my stinging check knowing it would bruise badly. I clenched my teeth trying not to show emotion. It was better to not show any emotion. "How about you get out and stop free loading of me!" He pushed me back and I fell over the table scraping my back. I tried standing up but he yanked me to my feet before I could then threw me to the door. I hit it hard wincing. He slapped me again, his nails dragging across my face. "Get out!" He yelled then went upstairs.

Once he was out of sight I turned and threw the door open and ran as fast as I could. He wasn't finished with me, I knew that for a fact. I'd rather die than be around him. I kept pushing myself, even when I thought my legs were going to give out. I tripped a few times and scrambled to get up and kept running. When I finally reached my destination, I was out of breath and my legs were on fire. I found the key that I had hid before and unlocked the door. After I was inside I locked it back.

I started shaking as I looked around the old wore out house. Noboy had been living here since my parents died. This was their house. I bit my lip as memories came flooding back. I remember the day I found out they were dead.

My sister and I were running around the house laughing and screaming. We had made up a new game and were playing it happily. She was 16 and I was 14. We never thought we were to old to play or make up a new game. We always seemed to be getting in trouble, mainly at school though. We loved playing jokes on people, though we always thought it was funnier than they did. Anyway, we were running around the house laughing and screaming when the phone rang. She picked it up smiling and put her index finger to her lips saying shh. She answered "London Water. How can I help you?" She burst out laughing and smiled. In a few minutes her smile faded and her eye brows came together in confussion. Then her face went blank and she hung up. "What?" I asked. She kept looking off in the distance. When she didn't answer I asked again. "What?!" Finally she turned to me. "Mom and dad. They won't be coming home." My body went numb. "What are you talking about?" I asked quietly, thinking she was playing some sick joke. "They died." I shook my head back and forth slowly. "Don't you get it?! Mom and dad died in a car wreck! They aren't coming home, okay?" She shouted and ran upstairs crying. I stood there in shock. Then fell to my knees. I kept waiting for them to come home, but the never did.

I fell to my knees and started crying remebering all the memories. Soft crying drifted me to sleep.