Blurryface

Chapter 1

    "You f*cktard!"

    Richard was yelling at me. He seemed to be doing that recently.
    I guess I've been a depressed mess, and that's why he's yelling at me.
    "You're not doing anything! Get the H*ll out of my house Annalisa!" He screamed, red in anger. I looked up at him, hope in my eyes. He stared sternly into my eyes, and I knew there was no hope.
    I accepted his yelling, tears streaming down my cheeks. I thought he loved me. I really thought he loved me. I guess I was wrong. Sometimes you'll make miatakes.
     He stormed up the stairs, as I continued to sit there. I didn't know what he was doing, but he took a while. Doorslams echoed throughout the house.
     It all became clear what he was doing when he came back downstairs. Richard held my white suitcase.
    "Get all your stuff, and leave this house, and never come back!" He screamed, and I buckled down in fear. He stomped off again, not upstairs.
    I slowly and quietly got up. Cheeks tear stained, I picked up my suitcase and walked upstairs.
    I picked up all my picture frames and placed them in the bottom of the bag. I then grabbed 12 slim, see through t-shirts and placed them in, along with layering tank tops.
    I then put in leggings, jeans, and pajamas. Grabbing my sweaters, I added them to the bag.
    I looked into my bag and sighed, devastation written across my face like it were paper. Richard eventually opened the front door, most likely to get drunk with his buddies. Richard had always been an alcoholic, and I didn't mind. It was just his nature to love beer and vodka.
   After hearing the car drive off, I walked into his room to claim the things he took from me. My sheets, my pillows, my notebooks, my laptop... I took everything that had originally been mine.
    I packed those items into a different pocket of my suitcase. I then walked back into my room, taking another smaller bag and stuffing it with socks, panties, and bras. My bag had been filled to the maximum, but I was able to fit some of his hoodies into it, considering I didn't have long sleeved shirt, not including sweaters.
    I tossed a few more essentials into my bag, and left, taking the keys to the house and locking it. I extended a handle on my suitcase, so it could roll beside me.
          Then, my phone rang.