Covering Bruises (On Hold)

escape plan

I was sitting on the roof right outside my bedroom window waiting for Rich and his friends to get into the house before I tried to sneak out. I sat there often, usually thinking, sometimes I would be crying, it just depended on my mood. I remembered the first time I went out there, I was 11, and it was the first time Rich pulled a knife on me.

I remember being so scared, and him threatening to kill me if I ever told anyone about what he did to me. The worst he ever did with that goddamn knife was stab me in the right arm, it wasn't deep, but it was enough to make me pass out for a few hours.

I had chills just thinking about it, i knew I had to get out of there, and fast. As soon as i heard the tv turn on, I took it that the coast was clear to leave. It had been a few hours, so it was already 7, and it was starting to get dark, my plane didn't leave until 6am the next morning, but I figured sleeping in the airport was better than whatever injuries I would end up with that night.

I climbed back in through the window, and down the narrow hallway, looking at the stained and dirty walls brought back the memories I tried to cover up my entire life. I saw the spot with small bloodstains, and remembered the time Rich threw his first beer bottle at me, and my lip started bleeding. When I reached the stairs I recalled the many "incidents" where I ended up being thrown down these good ole wood steps. Oh how I will never miss that...

I quietly picked up my small suite case, and tiptoed to the front door. As I was careful not to disturb the middle aged drunks in the middle of my living room, it slowly unlocked the front door, it was usually dead bolted, and Rich thought I could never get out, but what he didn't know, was that I stole the spare key from Susan when I was quite young, and I had always kept it.

The door clicked open, and that's when I made a run for it, I didn't even bother closing the door, I took off sprinting, I didn't know which way to go, but I ran, and I ran fast.

When I finally found a Metro stop, I stood there very impatiently watching the time on my phone for when the bus would arrive. After about two minuted of waiting the bus finally came, I handed the man my four dollars, and asked him if he could drop me off at the nearest airport. He nodded, and I sat down and watched as my "hometown," and all that I knew in life slowly rolled away into the distance.