Salvation

Everyday Brings New Choices - Martha Beck

 i ran down the stairs. My father didn't like waiting. my mom was siting down having a glass of wine. Every time i saw her she was drunk or getting drunk.  I didn't like my parents that much, and when they died i didn't really care. well thats not true there was some emotion just not a lot. Not when you get beat from your father and your mom's to afraid or drunk to do anything. "hows school?" asked my father.

"its ok." i lied. truth was; i was failing two of my classes and i wouldn't have enough credits to graduate next year.

"hows football." my mother said trying to join in on the conversation.

"its going good coach said if i keep it up i could get a starting spot."

"you're not good enough to get a starting spot." said my father.

i finished and started to go up stairs. my father stopped me. "are you gonna do the dishes?' he asked me.

"i cant right now i have homework." i started to go upstairs.

"i feed you house you and put clothes on you're back and you're not going to do the dishes?" he started to slide his belt off i knew what was going to happen. he rolled it up. i tried to run upstairs but he grabbed me. now even though i had at least 50 pounds on him and was a tackle in football i couldn't get away from him. he pulled down my pants and hit me over and over again. my mom was about to stick up for me but my father threatened her. "If you come over here i smack you!" she stayed out.

I waited till my parents were asleep. i had a backpack filled with some clothes and food. i went outside on my 2017 sportster 1200 custom Harley davidson. i pulled out of my drive way and flew out. i left a note saying i wasn't coming back i turned on my radio run away by galantis played. i passed under streetlights my dark blue bike shone light blue. I had a bucket list and i was going to complete it.

i pulled into a gas station and started to fill up my bike. i walked into the gas station went into the bathroom i looked in the mirror my dirty blonde hair was windswept my brown eyes had small bags under them i had chubby cheeks and strong jawline. i washed my hands and went up to the cashier with a soda.  i payed and walked out. i was about to hop on my bike when a girl walked out. she had long dark brown hair a small pretty face the bluest eyes that lit up like an ocean. she got on the phone and started to talk. "yeah well Fuck you too!" she said before she hung up. i walked over. "is everything ok?"

"yeah just my fucking parents wont give me a fucking ride."

"where do you need to go?"

"anywhere but fucking here." i smiled.