Please Stay.

Chapter Two

I grab my grey duffle bag and fill it with enough clothes to last me for three days. I slowly walk to my bathroom and put all of my stuff into the bag. I grab my charger, headphones, and the few things my father left me with. I grab my coat off the rack and throw it on. I pull my uggs over my leggings, and put my back pack straps over my arms. I put my duffle bag over my book bag strap, and make my way to my door.

I quietly unlock my door, and open it. I try to keep my heavy breathing and grunting under control as I walk down the steps. I get to the bottom, where there is a small cubby between the hall and the kitchen. I hear my mother and step father, if that's what you want to call him, talking.

"I just don't understand what is wrong with that girl. She gets anything she wants, and she still isn't happy with what she has." My step dad says.

"She is just a stupid brat that was never suppose to be born." She cold heartily says.

"I don't understand why you even kept her, if you didn't want her."

"I was originally suppose to get an abortion, but when Mike came home to find the pregnancy test he wasn't suppose to find, he was so happy he was going to be a daddy, I just couldn't break his heart like that. Now he is dead, and I'm left with the child I should have gotten rid of." She says, almost laughing.

I stand there taking in everything she just said. "I don't understand why he would want a child, when he has all this, and you. Huh, I wouldn't want one. That's for sure."

"Mike had an old soul, he really didn't care that he had money. He just wanted what his parents had, which wasn't much. I never understood that part of him. I mean damn if he wanted a kid, he could have at least made arrangements so I didn't have to keep her after he died."

"Why does she stick around? The world would be better off without her." It feels like someone has just taken my last breath. I can't take it anymore so I walk around the stairs, to the back door. I take one last glance at the house I grew up in, and walk out.

As soon as I open the door, the cold December air hits my face. I stop and sit up against the brick wall. The pain has only gotten worse, and it seems harder to walk now, than it did when I was coming down the stairs. I watch my breath leave my body before I make my way down the driveway to the road.

When I'm finally out of sight, I slow my pace. The pain is starting to take over, and it seems like I have to remind myself I'm still breathing. I take slow, shallow breaths, to keep the pain at minimum.

The cold air is starting to hurt my lungs, and I don't know how much longer I can handle this. I walk for another five minutes, and I can finally see the lights coming off of the police station. I take a deep breath and and lean up against a near by tree.

"Okay. You can do this. You can get there."I say to myself. I push off of the tree, and stumble to the police station door.

I lean up against the door to open it, and almost fall when I open it. I stumble over to the plate glass window.

"Hello? How may I help you?" The woman at the desk says.

"Hi," I grunt out,"I would like to report child abuse." I manage out.

"Ma'am are you hurt? Do you need medical attention?" She ask with a look of worry in her eyes.

"I am hurt. I just don't know how bad." I say and lean over in pain.

"I will get you help right away. Can I get your name?"

"Mhm. RaeLynn Whetherly." Is all I manage out before I barley make it to my seat.

I sit on a small love seat type chair, and try to get as comfortable as I can. I lay my head against the handle and lay flat on my back, which seems to ease the pain. My eyes are heavy, and all I want to do is fall asleep. I try to fight it, but I can't any longer, and drift off to sleep.