Infinite (Jai Brooks fanfic)

Prologue

Prologue:

She was drunk. I could smell the alcohol as she came near me. I wanted to run away from her. I tried running. I really tried. But my feet were glued onto the floor and they wouldn't allow me to move. I knew what was coming next. As hard as I tried to stop her this time, I couldn't. She punched me straight in the face. I felt nauseous and dizzy. I felt the pain and felt the red blood dripping down my nose.

"Useless. Thats what you are!" She kicked me in my stomach and I fell down onto the cold floor.

I tried blocking her foot from my stomach as she continued to kick me, but it wasn't possible. I was too weak. I wanted to scream, but when I opened my mouth, no noise came out and blood began dripping out.

"Mom..please.." I couldn't continue what I was saying because before I could even process what was happening, she pulled my hair as hard as she could and threw me to the wall. My head hit the wall and I felt like any minute I was gonna faint. My head throbbed and I wanted the pain to stop, I wanted my mom to just hug me. To tell me that she loves me. To look at me with that shine in her eyes that I haven't seen in over two years.

She kicked me one more time on my leg and went upstairs to her room, leaving me all bloody and in pain. I was having trouble breathing. My heart was beating extremely fast and I didn't even realize that I was shaking. I tried to get up so that I can go back to my room before she came back downstairs and decided to kill me. I put my hand on the counter for support, and tried getting up. My whole body was in pain. I was bleeding all over. There were huge cuts on my legs and bruises on my stomach and arms. She always hit me, but she never went this far.

I started walking upstairs to my bedroom and tried my best to ignore the pain that my body felt. When I finally reached my room, I quickly went inside and locked the door.

This hurt. This hurt so much. Emotionally and physically. I had to do something. I had to find some way out of this before she ends up killing me. I took my first aid kid out from under my bed and used the rubbing alcohol to heal my cuts and bruises. I quickly wrapped a cloth around my hand, and used band-aids to cover up the cuts that still didn't stop bleeding.

I walked over to my closet and searched my closet for a suitcase and finally found a small one that I remember using when my family and I went to London for a vacation. Those were the times when my family was united and happy. The times that were good times. I packed all of my clothes and a couple pair of shoes and zipped my suitcase. I couldn't stay here anymore. I had to leave. And I had to leave right at this moment.

My dad lived about an hour away, if I left now, I'd be able to make it there before night. Since I didn't have a car and the bus station was too far from my house, the only possible way was to walk. Walking would take about 2-3 hours.

My dad lived with his wife, and she disliked me a lot. Just because when she looked at me, she was reminded of my mom's face. I had no other option. I had to go there. My dad would understand if I tried explaining what happened. I haven't seen him in two years. But this was my only choice.

I quietly took my suitcase and made sure no one was in the hallway before I ran downstairs, and left the house as quietly as possible.

She wouldn't care if I left anyway. She'd be happy. Glad that she finally got rid of me. Ever since her divorce with dad, she blamed me for everything. If she didn't get paid a certain amount at work, she came home and beat me up, claiming that it was my fault this happened. If she had a headache, she slapped me across my face, saying that I'm the one that caused it.

I kept walking for what seemed like hours. My body began to ache even more and the pain wouldn't stop. I felt broken. Inside and out. I had no one.

And as hours passed my body began to shut down. It refused to let me walk anymore, so I ended up falling on the snow.

My body being as numb as my soul.