Corgon

Chapter 5 - Blessing recieved

Sam ran back to his house with his duffel bag in hand. He still had his keys in his jacket from last night. He knew his mother wouldn't be at home. Around this time she would be at her husbands pub for a drink. She did it daily, she called it a release from the pressure of being a full time mother. Sam called it alcoholism.

When Sam reached his door he hesitated for a moment and took a breath. Did he really want to leave? With Lucy it seemed like a good idea but his sister needed him to stay. With Sam gone, Sophie would be the oldest and she wasn't ready for that. She may be older than Sam was when it started for him but she was defenceless and alone. How long would Sophie last? John lasted till sixteen. Sam was about to last till nearly fifteen. That meant Sophie would only last another year before wanting to move out.

But then Sam's mind drifted on to Lucy, she wouldn't stay here, her mind was set on leaving. Lucy meant the world to Sam, she was just like a sister. If he had to look after Sophie he also had to look after Lucy. If Sam left Sophie would still have her friends at school and her other siblings. If Sam stayed Lucy would be on her own in the world. 

He couldn't leave her to go off on her own, and with that Sam pushed his key into the lock and opened the door. The house was silent and all the lights were turned off, it was obvious no one was in. That was a relief. No one to stop him, or talk him out of leaving, or hit him. Sam ran up to his bedroom on the top floor. 

Sam's room was painted red with one grey wall. His furniture matched this colour scheme and he loved it. It was his piece of private land, it was only a small piece but it was his. He didn't have a television or a computer but he didn't care. He had a single bed which had red covers and grey pillows. He had a small red chair in the corner of his room that was pushed under a red desk. The desk had sheets of paper scattered on top of it. None of the pieces were of importance; old pieces of homework, small reminders, doodles from when he was bored. He had a single book shelf with a couple of books, but mainly note pads, some full of ideas, some bursting with doodles and others half full of poetry. He also had one small wardrobe and one set of draws.

Sam ran in and grabbed his camping rucksack from under his bed. It had been years since Sam had gone camping and he missed it. But it looked like he would be camping for a while. Sam knew his small pop up tent was still in the bag as he never unpacked it after his last camping trip. He snatched up all the clothes he owned. Even ones that he didn't wear, somehow he knew he was going to need them.

He ran over to his desk and looked at the papers on top, he decided he didn't need any of them and carried on. On his book case he picked up a couple of empty note books and his pencil case that he kept on his bottom shelf. If he was going to be running away from home he wanted to keep a record of what was going on. He pulled Sophie's drawing off his wall along with the photograph of all his siblings. He folded both and put them into a small pocket on the side of his huge rucksack.

He then found his money box and took out all the money he had, there wasn't a lot but he had a secret stash. He kept a wallet under his mattress where he kept all the money he received as gifts for Christmas and his birthday. There was a lot more there and he knew it would come in handy. He stuffed it all into his day-to-day wallet and put that in another side pocket. 

Once Sam was sure he had everything he needed from his bedroom he started downstairs. When he reached the landing of the floor bellow he stopped outside the bedroom door that was covered in bright, mystical stickers. The purple paint didn't seem as bright in a dark house but it didn't matter to Sam. It was still his little sisters room. He pushed the door open and stepped inside. The room looked exactly the same as it had last night except there wasn't a tearful teenager sat with her back to the window. Both beds were made perfectly and looked completely untouched.