Escape To The Woods, a LeafyIsHere Fanfiction

Chapter Two~

Analia's POV:

Before I was able to get even one leg out the window, my door slammed open and my dad barged in. Strong arms picked me up, the sharp edge of the window cutting my leg as he yanked me away from the window and pushed my against the wall. My father spit in my face as he tightly squeezed my neck. I struggled to breathe, and clawed at his hands begging him to stop.

"Where did you go last night? And why the hell were you going out the window? Did I give you permission to leave MY house?" I would have told him that he practically kicked me out of the house last night, but then he would either yell at me for talking back to him, or for being a "smart alec". I tried to turn my head away as he continued to spit indecent words at me, only making him grow angrier as he threw my now limp body on the floor, and started throwing anything he could get his hands on at the walls. I took this as my chance to run, so I quickly got up, and jumped head-first out the window, latching onto the tree. I slowly made my way down to the ground. My dad seeing this, tried to follow my actions and jumped out the window after me, but couldn't hold onto the tree and fell on his leg screaming out in agony. I turned around in shock, but just before I was about to rush over to his aid, I decided better not to, and dashed into the woods.

After a good five minutes of aimlessly running as far away from my house as possible, my legs finally gave out on me and I fell. I was panting hard, and my entire body shaking. I stayed like that for a few seconds, until I brought myself to look up. I immediately locked eyes with a boy who seemed to only be a couple years older than me. He sat against a tree a couple feet away from me, holding a lit cigarette in his right hand. He raised an eyebrow at me, blowing out a puff of smoke as his chocolate brown eyes met my green ones. He has no visible piercings or tattoos, but he clearly was a drug addict. He has dark brown hair fixed with a black hat on his head, and thin lips complemented by perfectly straight, pearly white teeth. The color surprisingly not turning different colors from the cigarettes. He was wearing a grey shirt and dark jeans, and normal black converse. Being completely honest, he was hot.

"Hey.." I breathed, as we never broke eye contact. He looked away from my eyes to examine the rest of my face and body, causing me to blush as I tried to cover myself up.

"A-are you okay?" He stuttered, his voice taking me by surprise at how soothing it sounds even with the stutter. I look down and see that I have cuts and bruises covering my arms. If my arms look this bad, I do not want to know what the rest of my body and face look like. I got into a sitting position and leaned against a tree diagonal to him. I sighed, brushing my hair away from my eyes.

"Does it look that bad?" I asked as I looked over at him. He gave me a half smile, then nodded his head slightly averting his gaze away from me as he put the cigarette back into his mouth taking another big whiff of it. I rested my head on my legs as we stayed in a relaxing silence until I heard movement coming from where he was. He stood up and tossed the cigarette he was smoking moments ago on the ground, and smushed it with his shoe. He walked over to where I was still sitting, and extended his arm towards me to help me up. That's when I noticed them. The cut marks that designed his arm, from his wrist all the way up to just below the pit of his elbow.

"Looks like we have a lot in common" he said scratching his neck with his opposite hand as he averted his eyes away from mine. He offered me his hand, and I carefully placed my hand in his, trying to not cause him or I any pain from the cuts on both of our arms. He carefully helped me to my feet, and I thanked him as he began to walk away.

"Are you coming or what?" He looked at me over his shoulder. Raising an eyebrow, I slowly made my way over to him but nearly fell if it wasn't for the tree I grabbed onto. That was the second time today I got saved by a tree, what gives? Though I'm not complaining. I looked down to see a big gash on my leg, remembering that I got it when my dad pulled me out of the window. I guess all the pain I felt completely got demolished when I ran away from my dad. I can't believe I completely forgot I got that.