No Fears

Chapter 12- Scott

I WAS GETTING AGITATED by the second. Steph had been in there for more than twenty minutes, she shouldn't take that long, right? I meant, I knew she was a girl and shit like packing was some serious stuff for them, but she knew we were short of time. What if her father has caught up with her and he was keeping her to go? Or worst, what if he has done anything to her?

Agh, this was so fucked up, I wanted to do something, to help in anyway, still, the only thing I could come up with was running. Because that was what we were doing for sure. I was trying to distract her, what she had told me had been all kinds of awful, I didn't know how I had been able to keep myself together while she told me everything, it hurt to hear what she had to deal with every day of her life, how could a parent hurt his own children? That was seriously fucked-up, to be harmed by the one person that is supposed to love you unconditionally. That had to be one of the worst things to experience. And it wasn't only the physical damage he inflicted to them, but also the psychological one. That was the one that stayed with you the longer, cause injuries, they could heal in a day or two, but being yelled, called names and threatened, it didn't just go away easily. At least that's what I thought it happened, I didn't have to live with the bullshit Steph and her family had to live with, but I guess that that was how it went.

This thing we were doing wasn't a permanent solution, yeah it would get her mind off some shitty things, but when she came back, then what? He would still be there, living with them, messing with their brains, making them be afraid to be in their own house. If there was anything I could do to fix this, then I was extremely far away to find it. Is not that I hadn't given it any thought, actually I had spent plenty of time trying to figure it out, ever since she told me about her dad two days ago. My first thought was to call the police, to report mishandling and abuse, but who was I to make that kind of accusation, I hadn't even met the guy and he didn't even know I had any involvement with his daughter, for Christ's sake. So, the police idea was dismissed. After that I seriously considered going to her house and scare the shit out of him, threatened to kill him if he hurt them in any way, but that would only make things worse for everybody, he would be angry at Steph, probably call the police and press charges against me. So... Another thing crossed off the list. All kinds of ideas like those crossed my mind, but I always ended up in the same conclusion: that would only make things worse than they already were.

As I couldn't find a long-term solution for this shit I took the easy route, something that would ease your pains and worries for a while, just like with drugs. I hoped I was doing the right thing, I hoped I wasn't deliberately pushing Steph to the wrong direction.

Finally, the car door flew opened. Steph climbed in and dropped her bag in the backseat.

"I'm sorry it took me so long." She apologized. I started the engine and headed to the direction of the airport.

"Is everything alright?" I asked her.

"My father wants to send me to boarding school." She replied.

"Fuck." I cussed.

"I know. But I won't go, I don't know what I'll have to do, but I'll do almost anything. That school... you have no idea Scott. My cousins go there, and they told me stories about it, is a freaking nightmare over there." She explained.

I didn't know what to say. Would his father be able to force her to go there? For what she told me about him, the answer was yes. He would do anything he wanted with her.

"I don't want to talk about it anyways. I want to go to this trip and forget about everything for a while."

That was exactly what I was afraid of.