I quickly grab my bag, fix myself up a bit, and I leave the school.
I soon as I get outside I pause for a second, then I start sprinting to the woods. It felt amazing to be able to run, to feel the wind on my face, to have freedom. When I reached the woods, I looked around and took a deep breath.
It felt phenomenal.
I have never felt this way before, I feel...free, I feel open, I feel happy for the first time since my mother died. I have never felt something so exhilarating and most importantly, it made me forget about everything.
I refreshed my mind and took in my surroundings. The pine trees, birds chirping, the soft dirt underneath my feet. I felt all my anger slip away and I was happy.
For a few moments I stayed like that, then all of a sudden out of nowhere, I felt all my anger rush back and I punched the nearest tree.
I felt some of my anger leave and when I looked at the tree, I laughed. I put a small hole in it. Suddenly I felt like I was being watched. I look around, but I don't see anything and I don't hear anything either.
I move on and I start rummaging through my bag to see if I have any food.
I seriously start feeling uncomfortable and I concentrate on the woods, looking for the slightest movement or sound. A drop of rain breaks my focus and it starts pouring. I put my hood on and start towards my house, thinking about whether or not my father is still passed out.
Suddenly, I hear a howl, and it gets closer and closer every second.
By now, I'm freaking out so much because I don't know where the howl is even coming from. It just gets closer, and closer. The howling stops and I'm relieved, and I'm about to run home.
I come to an abrupt stop when I see a wolf with a pitch black fur coat, and the same piercing yellow eyes I saw last night. I'm absolutely terrified of it.
The wolf looks, almost curious.
I admire how beautiful it is and for a few minutes, we just stare at each other. Then, a clap of thunder breaks its gaze, and without looking back, it sprints off into the trees. I stand there confused for a second, then I realize how much time I've wasted.
6:38 p.m!
I'm dead if my father is awake right now, and if he isn't, he'll sure as hell wake up when I come in, then I'll get the beating of my life for being out so late.
I run as fast as I can to my house, but I stop right at the edge of the woods. Should I take my chances and run away, live a new life, get rid of him forever? I quickly make up my mind and turn the opposite direction of my house.
I see a store nearby and I go inside, and there are a fair amount of people there but as soon as I take a few steps inside, I see my father standing in front of me with a wicked smile.
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Running With Wolves
FantasiScarlett has been living under the fear of her abusive father for years. Ever since her mother committed suicide when she was 6, she has been clinging on to life the best she can. She isn't wanted at home with beatings from her father, and school is...