The Blue Rose

Chapter 3

I woke up the next morning with a pain on my face. I remembered what my father did yesterday and decided to go look in the mirror. I looked at it and it was very swollen and starting to turn purple. It was hurting to much to ignore. I opened the bathroom mirror to fin a small cabinet. I looked every where for anything that might help my eye, but all I could find where bandaids, toothpaste, and a razor.

I walked out of the room to see if I could find Derek. Tell him I was going to the grocery store to get some stuff for my eye. I looked all around the blue rose. In the aisles, behind the cash registrar everywhere. I couldn't find him anywhere. So I decided to leave him a note saying where I've gone and ill be back soon.

I walked out of the bookstore and started walking. I also started thinking about what I was going to do with the life I'm living. Should I leave it behind and try to live on my own. Get my own apartment, get a job, my own car. A whole new life with out my family. Or should I stay. It might get better, but I seriously doubt that. Most likely it will only get worse. Well, the answer is right in front of me. I need to start a new life. Without my brother and my father beating me and my mother wasting our money for cocaine. Maybe Derek will help me. I sure hope so. He has already helped out so much already. I'll to think about it some more.

I walk up to the supermarket slowly. I realized that I had no idea what to get for my eye. I never really had to clean up with any medicine. When I did have to clean up my wounds I just used water and then let it scar.

I go to the pharmacy section to try to find what I need. Only to find my brother staring at me with share eyes. Like a lions ready to pounce on its pray.

"You!!!!" Bret screamed. He started dashing towards me. Before I knew it I was also running, for my life. I knew if my brother caught me and took me to my father, that would be that. I would either die of the beating that he loud give me or he would let me live with an inch of my life.

I looked back to see how close my brother was behind me. He wasn't. He was no longer behind me. I looked carefully through the aisles. Why I was looking I don't know, but I was. I turned around to find myself running into a farely large man.

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