Stand By Me [Fanfic]

Your Grounded

I walked into the front door of my house, and closed the door behind me. I turned around to see my rather pissed mother.

"Where have you been?" She hissed at me.

"I was at the tree house with Vern" I said popping my shoes off my feet.

"You didn't ask me" she said.

"So?" I asked.

"You missed lunch!" She hissed.

"So did Vern" I stated.

"Vern asked me" she said.

"God mom I'm sixteen. I think I can take care of my self for fuck sake" I said, and then she slapped me across the face and I stared at her with my eyes wide.

"You will not swear in front of me" she demanded.

"You such a terrible mother, and I hate you" I yelled. Then she hit me again in the other cheek. My eyebrows furrowed and I started to run up the stairs.

"And your grounded" she yelled at me. But I just kept running up the stairs. "Don't even think of leaving your room."

Great now I was going to starve. What the hell she never cared about me before. What was up with her. I was the accident, no one cared about me, I could feel it on my face, but then why was she yelling at me that I missed lunch?

Several hours later, I finished the chapter in my book and glared at the clock. I had been reading for five hours, and drew three hours before that.

It was nine, it was just about dark. The light haze when you can't see the sun, but it's still slightly bright outside. I sighed, and looked out my window. I felt like a fucking princess stuck in a tower, and I hated it.

I heard footsteps walk up the stairs and I jumped into my bed and turned the light off quickly and pretended to be asleep.

My mom walked in the room, and closed my window. I could feel her staring at me, then I heard the door close behind her.

See what I'm saying, no cover me in blankets, no kisses on the cheek. Just a closed window, and she knew I liked it open.

I needed to get out. Like now. I wasn't tired, and I wasn't about to go to sleep. I opened my window like I liked it, and walked over to my bed and did the classic pillow trick, and then I snuck out of my window, and climbed down the side of my house.

After I got to the ground I ran over to Gordie's house.

I ran up to the wall his room was on and threw some rocks at his Window. Kind of cliche but the other was around, but then again so was my life.

Gordie opened his window, and you could tell he was clearly asleep.

"Patricia?" He asked me.

"Can I come up?" I asked him.

"Yeah, I'll meet you at my back door" he confirmed.

I walked over to the thick, gray door and waited. I actually waited for longer then I expected. Finally Gordie opened the door allowing me to enter his house.

We both sneaked up the stairs, careful not to wake up his parents. Then we carefully closed the door behind us, and locked it, just to make sure his parents don't barge in. Not that they ever do that.

Gordie's room was pretty typical. He had a desk which was packed with what I'm guessing is story packed notebooks. His bed was a full size, and he had his own attached bathroom.

"What's up?" He asked me, plopping down on his bed.

"I don't know" I said sitting beside him. "I couldn't sleep."

"You know, I haven't been able to sleep very well either." Gordie said to me. Then there was a silence. But it was comfortable, and I could have sat there forever just as long as Gordie was by me. Gordie scooted over, and climbed under the covers on his bed. I follow what he did.

I rested my head on his chest and stared at his ceiling.

"My mom hit me today" I spoke, a tear spilling from my eyes.

"What?" Gordie asked me shocked.

"I got home, and she hit me. It wasn't even once, it was twice. She's never done that before" I said. "And then she grounded me, and said I wasn't aloud to leave my room" Gordie just played with my hair, and I assumed he didn't know what to say.

"What would you have done?" I asked him.

"I don't know" Gordie said. "It's never really happened."

"It makes you feel like shit" I stared. "Did you know I was an accident?" I asked.

"So was I" he spoke as his voice cracked. "That's why they don't talk to me, or pay attention to me, they just feed me." Now I felt bad, He obviously had it worse then me. At Least my mom laid hands on me. Gordie could get me pregnant and his parents wouldn't give a shit.

"I'm sor-"

"Don't be" Gordie said cutting me off.

"Would you ever run away with me Gordie?" I asked him. "Just me and you?"

"I'll start saving money now" Gordie said. He pulled me closer to him and kissed my forehead.