Sage's father pounded relentlessly on the door. She sat in the corner of the room, looking desensitized to what was going on around her as the beating on the door didn't cease.
"YOU GET YOUR SCRAWNY BEHIND OUT OF THERE RIGHT NOW YOU LITTLE BRAT! I SWEAR TO GOD YOU'LL BE REGRETTING IT IF YOU DON'T!" His slurred words carried through the splintering door in front of her
She blinked her dark green eyes, unfazed. It was a nightly routine for when she wasn't home on time to make sure her drunken guardian was either passed out on the couch or wandering around the house aimlessly, waiting for his daughter to serve dinner as if he were the child needing to be taken care of. Normally she would scream and fight back, having quite the temper. She just didn't have anything left in her to fight tonight. Every old bruise, every new scar, they all seemed to ache and burn and bring more pain than when they were inflicted. She wanted out of this home. She needed to get away.
Eventually the incessant fists beating against the door stopped, a flurry of curse words being audible through the door as her father stumbled back to the living room to resume his drinking. Apparently there wasn't enough cheap liquor in his system to resume a fight tonight. That's a first.
Sage stood up from her spot in the corner of her room, scooping her iPod off the dresser as she crawled into bed. She turned up the music loud enough so that it would roar over the obnoxious blare of the baseball game on TV in the living room, and over the constant string of curse words coming from her father's mouth. She curled her knees to her chest, the rough fabric of denim against her skin being comforting enough for the moment.
Because once the sun pours in her window the next morning, she'll have no option to hide anymore. It's a given.
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The Kids on Exspes Street
Teen FictionWe've always been the odd ones out. We've always been able to pretend. We always thought we were exactly what our parents made us out to be. So we did everyone a favor; we ran away. Cover Art Credit: gelatoandchoco
