He kept pulling me. "Wait what the fuck?! How do you know my name?" I asked
"I know lots of things about lots of people, I know how your dad would beat you and how your mom never did anything about it. Little things like.." he was cut off by my fist. I punched him in the nose, hard enough to make him bleed a little.
"SHUT UP!" I yelled. I couldn't believe how rude he was, talking about that like it was nothing! Anger flowing through me.
"I was just expla.." I cut him off again
"NEVER MIND!" I shouted.
"Never mind what?" He asked he seemed slightly frightened. He was a lot taller and looked a good deal stronger then me but still looked worried as if I'd hit him again.
"I WANT NO PART OF... WHATEVER THIS IS! I don't know how you knew that! How you knew my name our how you knew anything about me in the first place... Just leave me alone!!" Fear in my eyes.
All the memories were coming back. My dad hitting, kicking and yelling at me. I started panting, I started feeling sick, I grabbed the things I left behind at the park bench and ran.
I started running towards a busy street, there was a red light so I could cross it easily. I was about half way across when the light turned green. Cars started zooming past me and behind me and I was in the middle of a lane. All I can remember was hearing a honk and tires screeching but the car couldn't stop fast enough.
So I closed my eyes and waited.
