The Fighter

Chapter Tweleve

I run past the swings and climb up the rope ladder to my treehouse. Mommy and daddy are fighting again. I don't like it when they fight and this treehouse is the only place where I feel safe. My bedroom isn't safe anymore. That mean man got in last night and touched me. I didn't like it at all.

"Get a fucking life John! We need to stop drinking and partying every night! We have to be parents to Ashtyn. She's only four years old!" I hear mommy cry. I see there shadows in the window and daddy picks up something off the counter and hits mommy on the head. I hear glass hit the floor after. Mommy screams and cries.

"This is my life Rena! I'm a fucking alcoholic and I like to party. This is who I am and I'm not changing for you or Ashtyn! So don't fucking think for a second that I will!" Daddy yells at mommy. Mommy always told me that boys aren't supposed to hit girls and girls aren't supposed to hit boys. But why are mommy and daddy hitting each other? I wish they could get along and be friends again.

Loud thunder booms in the sky and I quickly pull my knees to my chest. My treehouse leaks all the time and daddy is always to sick to fix it. He cooked us eggs this morning! My mommy is still yelling at daddy and daddy is still yelling at mommy. I just want to leave and never come back. I wish mommy wasn't pregnant so daddy could at least be a little more nicer.

"John what the fuck did you do?!" I hear mommy yell at daddy again. Daddy's shadow in the window looks scary. He pulling his hair and pacing around the kitchen.

Daddy bends down and disappears for a minute before he's carrying mommy. Are they leaving me here?

I crawl through the door and climb down the rope ladder. I run through the rain back into my house. I watch as daddy carries a crying mommy out the door. I watch as his back gets further away from me.

"Daddy! Don't leave me." I cry as I run to catch up to him. Daddy turns around and looks at me with tired eyes. He looks at me sadly before turning back around and walking out the door.

They left me alone again.....

My eyes shot open and I'm breathing heavy. I'm in a car and- wait what the fuck!

"Not time to wake up yet sweetheart." The voice says before a hard object hits my head once again and the darkness takes over. 

I run to my friend Easton's house. My parents fight to much and my dad just fucking slapped me. I hate both of them. My mom just had her third miscarriage in like a month, after we just got my sister taken away from us. All I want to do is run away. To get away from this place. But... I have no where to go. Easton's place is the only place that I feel safe. He's going to Montreal in like four weeks. He's leaving me all alone.

I climb the fence to hit backyard and climb up his parents balcony before climbing onto the roof and crawling over to his bedroom window. I gently knock on his window and peek in the window. He sits on his bed, reading some old book called The Hunger Games. I don't really get the meaning of reading but I kind of love this kid so I don't really care what he does. I just don't want him to leave.

Easton slides his window open and I smile at him as I climb in. He walks back to bed and get comfortable again. He picks the book back up and flips near the end before concentrating on the pages.

"Can I go with you to Montreal? I don't want to stay here."  I tell him as I toss my backpack towards his closet. I kick off my shoes and toss them beside my bag, I do the same to my jacket. Easton closes his book and sits up. Crossing his legs over the other. I sit the same across from him.

"You know my mom won't let you come. She doesn't like you that much. She thinks that you're troubled." His light British accent says. I nod my head and frown as I play with my hands.