My Everything

Ch.1

"Where is that stupid girl!" shouted your father. That's what you usually woke up to.
"Coming Dad!" you replied sassily. You stayed in bed for a few more seconds, then rolled over and jumped out of bed. You quickly threw the sheets straight and put the pillows on top of them and set your stuffed otter in front of the pillows. You checked your calendar just to make sure that it was Saturday, then clomped down the stairs. Right as you opened the fridge door, someone slammed it on your left hand. "Ow! What the heck was that for," you exclaimed as you slowly lost the feeling in your hand.
"I just don't understand why you can't get straight A's. And for that reason, nobody cares about you, or loves you," shouted your dad. You knew it wasn't true. Your mom loved you very much, but that was before she tragically died of breast cancer.
"You know, I've just about HAD IT with your yelling and lying, "you screamed. Just then, you felt a sharp pain on the side of your head.
"I don't care how you feel! I'm your father and that means that you have to listen to me!" He then shoved you against the wall and you tried to fight back, but you still couldn't feel your left hand, and that was a problem. He had his hands around your neck and your eyesight started getting fuzzy. You suddenly remembered how to get out of this from self-defense. You yelled in his face which loosened his grip slightly for a split second and you shot your head towards his thumbs, which is the weak point, and fell free.
You ran upstairs as fast as you could up to your room, shut the door, and locked it. You heard his footsteps slowly getting louder as he got closer. You got out your backpack and started gathering your clothes, toothbrush, toothpaste, etc. as you packed your bag. You finally decided to run away. When you were done packing, you slipped on your most comfortable running shoes, a sweatsuit and, a hat. You opened up your window and looked down. It was a pretty long drop. You looked for some escape route and your eyes fell to a tree about two feet from your window to the right. Your window sill was about a foot wide luckily so you could stand on it. You slid the window open and took one last look at your room. You then stepped onto your window sill. Don't look down, don't look down, you thought. Of course, you looked down and gulped. You slowly inched your way closer to the tree, careful to keep your footing. You crouched a little, then jumped. You grabbed onto the branches and landed on a big branch on the tree.
You made your way down the tree, relieved that you landed safely when you realized that your left hand was bleeding profusely. It was all tingly, which meant that the feeling was going to come back soon, and it was going to hurt. You were prepared though, with your first aid kit, so you sat down in the grass and opened your backpack, and got it out. You cleaned off all of the cuts with an alcohol pad and then wrapped the whole hand with some gauze and taped it closed. You suddenly realized that you haven't run away yet when you heard some cursing coming from inside the house.
You then saw your dad's face loom at the window of the back door and you jumped up. You couldn't let him catch you. You looked at him one last time and started running. You opened the wooden gate that led to the driveway and heard footsteps behind you, he was chasing you... In his pajamas. You sped up and lost him. Finally, alone at last. Now, where to go? You decided that you would run to the city that was next to you. That city just happened to be Tulsa. You were about 1/2 of the way there when you saw a beat-up truck pull over next to you. Oh no, I can't get kidnapped, I just got away! You thought nervously you tried to quicken your pace but, you were too tired.
"Hey! Are you okay? Do you need a ride? I'm Darrel Curtis, but you can call me Darry. I live in Tulsa. It's getting dark and I can tell that you're running away, so why don't you stay at my place for the night? I promise I'm no creeper, I've got two little brothers that live with me, one's a high school dropout and the other is fourteen. They're both really nice and I bet they've got dinner cooking now. Cmon! Let me give you a ride." He finished with kind eyes.
You realized that he would take care of you, so you hopped in the truck and put your backpack in between your legs. You and Darry talked for a while, about both of your lives. As the conversation started to die down, Darry turned on the radio to some country music. It was already dark outside, and you were feeling sleepy. For the first time since your mom died(two years) you felt safe and you slipped into a peaceful sleep.