Run Away With Me

Your Late

   His head remained on my shoulder for what felt like hours but in reality was only a few minutes. We were interrupted by a horn honking notifying me that Liz wanted to leave. I got up and brushed off my jeans. I then offered my hand to Grayson to help him get up, which he denied by pushing my hand away gently." Do you need a ride?" I say.

   " No" he said bluntly." Thanks... for everything." And with that he left. I hopped in the car and Liz drove off. The whole ride was silent but not an awkward kind. I think we needed that silence to go over all of the events that occurred today.

   Liz broke off the silence by saying worriedly , " Salena, your late!" while she pointed at the clock. It took me a while to process what she was saying but by the time I did, my heart started racing.

   " oh no oh no oh no!" I was going to get consequences.  If I didn't come home in time to make him dinner, there would be punishments. I was doing so good this month. I hadn't had a beating for a couple of weeks now. Liz stopped the car and I hopped out and sprinted towards the door but was stopped by Liz grabbing my wrist.

   Liz said " Be safe." And then she left leaving me with my monster of a father. Liz was the only person to know what goes on in the Gardner household.

As I turned the doorknob slowly I was greeted by his disgusting presence which belonged to none other than my dad. He looked pissed. He then slammed the door shut and said in a calm voice that sent chills down my body," your late". He threw the beer bottle he was holding at the wall which left a dent. I would probably have to clean that up later. My dad hasn't always been like this but after my mom  died in a car crash, things have never been the same.

He raised his hand and Smack! He had just slapped me." That is for being late."he spat.

I then felt contact with my eye. It was much harder than a slap. He had just punched me."That is for making me wait."

He then shoved me to the ground and kicked me relentlessly. Tears streamed down my face as I felt my ribcage crack. You'd think I'd be use to it by now, but there is only so much I can take." And that is for being YOU!" He said while spitting in my face.

I lay there not bothering to move a muscle. I should just die, I thought. No one would notice. I can't run. Everywhere I go he is always there. I could just run away. At least then I'd be free. I then realized that I was just dreaming. I had to face reality. Reality was that there was no escape as long as I was alone.