Run

Chapter 5

I keep bolting towards the giant glass doors and don't stop.

"Amelia!" I ignore the call and enter the library. I scan the large building for a computer section. Luckily there is an open one at the back of the room where I can remain hiddin from Audrey. She has treated me so sweetly but I don't want her to try and medal with my life.

I press the on button and get to work, first typing, 'How to take care of a baby bird'. I want to give it a chance in life. After about two hours of soaking up information on what they eat and other essentails, I decide to head out. When I'm about to go through the same glass doors an old woman behind a desk with far to much make up on calls me over.

"Are you Amelia?" She asks while reading a slip of paper. I nod and she comes out from behind the desk with a blue bike, wait my blue bike. After thanking her I leave.

As I'm about to through myself onto it a white piece of paper catches my eye. I turn to look at it and notice that it's attached to my bike. My hands imiediently go for it and read the note; 'You forgot your bike. If you ever need to call me my number is 385-256-957. Love Audrey.'. I sigh and shove it in my back pocket.

On my way home I pass a clock on a building, 1:05 P.M. It was around 11:00 A.M when I left the house. Man this day feels like weeks. I stop at the river that is near my house. It doesn't take me long to collect and empty soda can and a large glass shard.

I find a few worms, three crickets, a few dozen flies, and crush them all up with the glass. I scrunch my nose at the sight but I better get used to it if I'm going to raise this bird. I throw the mixture in the soda can and add a little river water. Apperently the momma birds through up the insects into the babys mouth.

When I get home Russel is awake.

"Get me some more booze, we're out." He slurrs while tossing a wad of cash in my direction. I watch it fall to the ground in front of me and continue my trip up the stairs.

"Go get it your damn self." I snarl.

"Don't talk to me like that you-" Instead of finding the right word he sluggs over too me and hit me in the face. I toppled to the ground and cried. He hit me again which justed encouraged my histarical crying. "Get your ass off the ground and get me my beer." He demands coldly.

"Sorry to have to tell you this but I'm 14 not 21, I can't buy achohol." I scream out of breath, tears still making there way out of my eyes.

"F*ck you. I'll get it myself you piece of-" He's out the door before the sentence is finished.

I get up and whipe my face off. When I look at the shirt it has smears of read on it. Wouldn't be the first time he's made me bleed. I hurry up the steps and check on the bird. Its head is up and it is looking around.

"Hey little guy," I coo as I get closer. Holding out the can in front of it made it chirp. I wonder how long it's been since its last meal. I find a straw from my closet and use it to carefully put a drop of the food into his mouth. It ate every last bit and soon fell back asleep. I watch it's chest rise and fall for a while until taking out the picture of my mom. I wish she was still around. That's the only thing I'm thinking of before I drift to sleep.