A/N: I don't know why Wattpad is showing the first chapter first when there is a prologue before this. Read my prologue first, pretty please? [:
"Son of a bitch!" I heard along with the slamming of the front door. Everyone always told me to be happy my father wasn't a drunk or a drug user, but from the way he acted when he was with us, I wish alcohol was the reason he was like this.
"Delilah! Get your ass down here!" Charles screamed while I had been hearing things crash and break. 'Oh, gah. I am not going to stay around for him to take his anger out on me.' I thought before grabbing my bag and climbing out my window. As I was closing the window, I could hear his work boots heavily falling on the staircase. 'Just in the nick of time.' I quickly scrambled down the vines next to my window, jumping when I was halfway down. I then ran as fast as I could to my car before he could see.
I finally reached it, my baby. My only source of escape in that hell hole of a home. I gently ran my hand along the hood of my black 2004 Toyota Celica before quickly getting in. I was welcomed by the sweet vanilla scent that filled my car. If I had to thank the bastard for something, it would be for my car that he had gotten me for my sixteenth birthday. I sighed, breathing in the vanilla scent to call my nerves. I was a total wreck whenever he was around me. Anxious, depressive, angry: you name it, he caused it. I couldn't help but wonder why my mom hadn't taken me when she left Charles. Thinking about it made me sad.
I quickly shook my head when I heard the front door open and my name being called. 'Shit! I knew I shouldn't have taken so long!' I scolded myself silently as I sped out of the driveway, staring at Charles in the rearview mirror as he tried to run after me.
I didn't know where I was driving to, I rarely did when I took off. But just putting the distance between us made me feel better. As I got farther, the intensity of my anxiety began to fade. I could finally relax again.
I hated what anxiety did to me. It made me paranoid, scared. I felt out of my body. I was so out of it, I hadn't realize that I had already been driving for half an hour. I pulled into a parking lot, surveying my surroundings. I was at a park. It was dark and quiet. The swings swaying lightly in the breeze. I was thinking of going to sit on them, but then I heard a knock on my window.
A/N: This definitely isn't my first story, but is my first in the last couple of years. Excuse my writing, I'm a little rusty. If you would like to see another one of my stories that I never finished, follow this link:
http://eddiesgothpanda.deviantart.com/
Hehe. It was during my goth stage a couple years ago when I got inspired by Twilight. n_n;
