Run (A Justin Bieber Fan Fiction)

Chapter 1

I run up to my bedroom. Floors creaking and voices yelling are crowding my mind. My blood boils in my veins and I feel my face flushed. I reach my room and slam my door closed, the sound echoing through the halls. I sit down on my bed with a force and burry my face in my hands. Tears falling down my cheeks and landing on the dusty hard wood floors. I am mad,
no, I am furious. Hands bang on the door and voices are yelling.

"Open this door right now young lady" my father yells.

"No! Fuck off!"

"I will bang this door down." he screams louder than ever.

My fingers tremble with fear and I start shaking. Oh no. I cannot have an anxiety attack right now. I squeeze my eyes shut and take deep breaths. Inhale, exhale. A bang frightens me. I crawl down on the floor and search under my bed. My hands search under my bed for my backpack. A backpack I prepared yesterday. Full of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, water bottles, crackers, pretzels,  blankets, sleeping bag, matches, flashlights, books, fresh pair of socks, tampons, sweaters, and other things that can be used to help me live outside of this god forsaken house. Shaking, I pull the bags straps tight and put it on my back and grab my phone and it's charger and my headphones and a photo frame of my family and stuff it in my bag, struggling to zip my bag shut.

"That's it. I'm counting to 3!" my mother shouts.

I run to my window, grabbing some cash. I hear them arguing and then I hear crying. My older sister. I've never heard her cry, in front of me. My chest thumps and I bite my lip.

"1.." my mom taunts.

"Mom! Dad! let me talk to her" my sisters soft voice yells.

"See if you can get this door open" My dad shouts and I hear a kick.

Someone knocks on the door softly. In a heated situation, only she manages to be calm.

"Beccy, sis, open the door." she says.

My fists clench.

"No! Your gonna sound just like them"

I emphasize "them". As in they are evil. I know they hear the hatred that comes out of my voice when I say it.

"Please" she begs.

She doesn't even bother to deny it, fucking hell. I could use that lie right now to ease my decision.

The floors creaks responding to my steps towards the door. I twist the knob slowly still deciding.

"Rebecca, please" her last cry for me to open the door convinces me to give in. I just open it a slight bit for her to come in. I am careful to shove my foot to the opening in case my crazy fucktard of a father sneaks his way in. Her small body slides through the door crack and once she enters my dark room, I shut the door instantly. A little bit of fear sneaks its way in my head that I may have hurt my mom's finger. I await for her cry but am relived when she sounds fine.

Ellie walks in carefully and cups my face in her hands. She stares at me. I can see in her eyes my damaged reflection. My eyes are swollen with tears and red. I shiver.

"What happened? Why are you and mom and dad fighting again?" she asks slowly. Almost as if she feels sorry for me.

I fall into her arms and cry in her shoulders. She pats my back the way she always did, consoling me. Drawing the familiar circles on my back that always seems to surprisingly calm me down.

"It's just so hard. They always pick fights with me over the smallest things. First it was about Ethan, then about me smelling like fucking smoke which wasn't me, then drinking and now fucking curfew shit. I'm so done"

I'm out of breath by the time I'm done talking. She doesn't respond. She stands there with sympathy. Her eyes are stained with tears. I don't want her sympathy. I don't want anyone's. I'm not a lost puppy. I'm a 16 year old girl who can handle things on my own.

"I want to leave." I say.

She wipes away my tears.

"It's just another fight Beccy, it'll be okay. We will get through it, we always do." she tells me.

"I don't wanna deal with it any fucking more"

She remains silent. Even she knows how terribly I'm treated in this place. In this god fucking house. I'm a prisoner here.

"Get her out here now!" my father yells. He has limited patience.

"Come on" she says and grabs my arm and before I can fight it, I remind myself she's my sister, I won't fight her.

She opens the door and the view of my furious parents comes to sight. Before either of us can talk. A great force of power smacks my cheek. Did that fucktard just smack me? I fall to the ground and my visions in a blur. I hear voices screaming. Another painful force that I think comes from my back. I scream in ultimate pain. My bones clench and a layer of sweat covers my body. My cheek and back burns.

"Get out of my fucking house you piece of shit of a daughter!"

I could barely make it out but I heard it correctly. Very correctly. I pick my bag up in a sudden speed and run down the stairs. Cries for me to stop and to leave is confusing the hell out of me.

I slam the door shut and run out of this stupid house where I cried and screamed and felt more pain than anything. No more fucking fights or going deaf with the screaming. No more hitting me. No more.  I'm on the streets now. Alone. Scared. But I do know one thing. I want to get the fuck out of here. The next train leaves at 2:00am and I'm gonna be on it. Fuck this place. Fuck this town. I'm done.