Hazy dream

chapter 8

Nixon soon got off of me and I quickly looked away and tried to sit up to get off the bed but suddenly I felt the invisible pull of his strength hold me still in my spot on the bed.

"Move an inch off the bed and I will not hesitate to put you over my knee and torture you in so many ways that you would never think would be possible." I then saw him exit the motel room with a towel wrapped around his waist.

Suddenly the weight of the pull was gone and I was free. I looked around the room for an escape. My only exits were the door and the broken window. I quickly went to it but stopped and noticed the screen protecting my way out. I quickly went to my luggage that was crushed from the small sofa and I tried pushing it off and searched for anything sharp.
Obviously it was too heavy for me but it was worth a shot.

Shit. I have no other choice. I shoved my shoes on and ran for the door.

I pushed and shoved through the  entrance doors and once I was out of the motel the cold night air hit my damp face and hair. My heart thrashed against my chest as I dashed as soon as I heard Nixon's voice yelling my name.

I never was good at sports and I was always pulled out of gym because most of the students in my gym class were a lot more bigger, mean, and competitive, so running was something I really wish I still did to ease some off my anxiety growing up.

But here I am REALLY regretting I skipped gym days. More tears flowed down my eyes and I cried as I ran while the cold air nipped and bit at my cheeks and fingertips. My calves burned with pain and I ignored it. I swerved and weaved myself between place to place. Hell if I saw a small dog sized hole in a fence I ran into it. I didn't care if I got muddy, scraped my clothes and skin or what creature might bite off my face. All of that was pushed away. I was on a kick and it was adrenaline.

Suddenly I came into view of people and loud music. A party.

Strobe lights flicked and shifted every direction and changed colors so many times it became blinding. Streamers hung above and looped around the three of the backyard home and twinkling lights lit up a portion of the backyard. I chose to stay near the strobe lighting. Mainly where the crowd submerged and became one. Teenagers no doubt, danced and grinded against eachother. Some danced in sync, others were flat out drunk laughing, crying and yelling to talk to eachother over the music.

I stopped. My heart pounded as my chest rose up and down. My legs sore from the running and my wrists stung from the bruises he left behind.

This is good.

I should stay here.

I wont get drunk but ill stay here and find somewhere to sleep.

He wont hurt me if im around others.

I looked around through the crowd of teenagers.  He was nowhere to be seen.I wiped the sweat from my forehead and neck. Good.

"Hey are you okay?"

Quickly I looked up to the small group of three boys. The one that called out to me had blonde and tan skin. His eyes were some sort of color but I couldn't tell by the lighting because of the strobe lights. His features were handsome and his friends next to him looked at me with the same expression. Worry.

I couldnt form the right words, I was completely terrified but I managed to find my voice, "I-I..where's the bathroom?"

Three of the boys were a bit confused.  But the blond boy smiled warmly at me, "its this way, ill show you!"

Cautiously and on alert I made sure to keep my eyes where his hands were at and I was constantly looking over my shoulder to see if Nixon might be somewhere around.