Saving Me From Myself and Love (Complete)

Saving Me From Myself and Love

The warm, April day made it hard for me or anyone to run.  I could feel sweat rolling down my face and back.  I could feel tears threaten to come up, but I fought my emotions and kept running.  I was used to this, I have always done it.  I would go to school, be the lonely-girl who liked to sit by herself at lunch, and never talk to anyone during classes.  I was definitely used to it.  I was late today, and missed my bus.  I knew my father was going to be pissed.  If I didn't make it home by 3:30, I would get a beating.

He worked during the day, and from what I hear it's the biggest waste of his time.  When he comes home, he instantly goes to the fridge and grabs the first of many beer's for the day.  He would be upset and on the verge of cracking on his first beer.  By the time he gets to his third or fourth beer, he's testy, and very angry.  I could say he could just about murder someone if he wanted.

My mother and father met when they were in high school.  My mother told me once that he was the most beautiful man she had ever met.  They met at a party after a football game, and she said that he picked her out of everybody in the school.  They spent hours dancing to the music, and afterwards, they went to his house.  She didn't go into detail, and I really didn't want to hear it.  She told me when I was about five or six.  That was twelve years ago.  She is now on the verge of being cold, and heartless.  She never says a word.  I actually haven't heard her say a word in over six years.  That's a little after my father began to get mad, and abusive.

I have a brother named Jack.  He is currently in college.  His second year to be exact.  In high-school, he was a quarterback for the football team, and very good at it.  He was the star and a pretty big player during high school.  One night while he was playing, a coach for North Carolina was at his game, and he offered him a full scholarship.  Jack took it right away without any hesitation.  He did, however felt terrible that he was leaving me here with our parents.  He left two years ago, and from what he tells me, he is doing very well.  He's amazing on the football team, and he has very good grades. I only wish our parents could be proud.  I know I am.

I only have two months left of school, and I am slowly counting down until I can leave.  I am getting straight A's, and am in the honor roll.  I have many colleges asking for me, and I currently do not know what to choose.  I will probably choose something very far away from here; I really just want to forget about my childhood.  It was just a dark chapter in my life.

I finally saw my house, and I quickened.  My legs were extremely tired, and I could barley stay on my feet.  My lungs felt like they were going to explode.  I pushed myself faster, and made it to the front door in matter of seconds.  I stopped in front of it, and took a deep breath.  My breathing started to get back to normal, and I could start to feel my legs again.  They felt like jello every time I took a step.  I reached out my shaking hand, and took the door knob into my hand.  I took a deep breath, and opened the door.

"Where the fuck have you been?"  I heard a scream and I knew my father was going to beat me.  I closed my eyes and flinched away.  My father grabbed my arm hard and led me to my bedroom.  He opened the door and threw me in without saying another word.  I stood there and then turned around to punch the door.  Pain shot through my fingers to my arm.

"Damn it!"  I screamed and then went into my bathroom to get a bandage and wrap my pinky and second to last finger.  I learned it from my kick boxing teacher.  He told me that if you ever punch something and you feel pain, you have to wrap your fingers immediately.  I felt tears come up, so I quickly blinked them away.  I did not want him to know I was crying.  I walked out of my bathroom and threw myself onto my bed.  I grabbed my pillow and I looked up to my alarm clock.  It was five.  Dinner was going to be ready in thirty minutes.  I got up and sat on the edge of my bed and put my face in my hands.  Two more months I told myself.  Not that much longer.  I can make it.  Just then, I heard a tap at my window.  I quickly turned around and saw my best friend Shawn.

"Shawn, what are you doing here?"  I unlocked my window so he could get in.  He always did this from time to time to make sure I was okay.  He was really thoughtful, and my only friend.  I loved him dearly, and he did too.  We have been friends since first grade, and when we were in seventh, he started to come to my house and crawl through my window.  He would only stay a few hours, and then leave before my father found out.

Shawn was on the football team so he was pretty muscular.  He had chocolate brown hair that was always cut just about eye length.  His grey-blue eyes shined with worry, but never failed to mesmerize me. 

"I saw what he did to you.  Are you okay?"  His voice was filled with concern.

"I'm alright.  I'm used to it," I touched his face lightly.  "Don't worry about me."

He put his hand over mine and smiled sympathetically.  "I'm going to worry Jewel."

I smiled and kissed his cheek.  "Thank you for coming.  I really needed someone right now."

I felt a tear slip down my cheek, and he wiped it away with his thumb and drew me into a close hug.  He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer.  I smiled and let my tears fall freely.  He brought his hand up and ran his fingers through my long, black hair.  "Shh...It’s okay Jewel.  You will be okay."

I took his hand in mine and kissed it.  "I think you should go.  I have to eat dinner."

His face fell a bit and he got up without leaving my gaze.  "I will come back later."

I smiled and got up to hug him again.  "I love you Shawn.  You're the best friends anyone could ever ask for.  Thank you for being there for me."

He smiled and kissed my cheek.  "I will always be here for you Jewel.  Always."

With that, he opened my window, and climbed out.  I shut it, and locked it.  Just then, I heard a loud noise and then my door opened.  I closed my eyes, and flinched back waiting for something to happen.  I heard glass breaking and then my mother screaming. 

"Leave her alone!  Don't touch my baby!"  I opened my eyes to see my father with a gun in his hand.  My mother was on the floor behind him with blood all over her.  I could see where it had come from.  There was a big hole in her stomach, and she was trying desperately to crawl to me.

"Mom!"  My father grabbed my wrist and threw me against the wall and wrapped his hand around my neck.  I tried to gasp for breath, but every time I did, he just tightened his grip.

"I should've killed you when you were born you little shit!"  Oh my god!  He was going to kill me!  I wasn't ready to die now!  I wanted to be alive, I wanted to fall in love, I wanted kids!  This ass hole has finally cracked.  He brought the pistol to my forehead and pulled the trigger. 

Click.

 

 

 

 

 

My first cliffhanger!

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