Afraid (CreepyPasta love story ~Hoodie)

The Runaway

I wonder down the streets of this wretched town.

No matter how scared I am, I will never go back to that house.

I'm 17, I can make it on my own.

Mother always said "No matter how bad it gets, you always have to see the good. Always."

Today was the worst of them all.

Even after 3 years of Mom dying, my dad is still the man he has always been.

I hate him. With everything I've got.

Which isn't much.

My Father was just horrible. No matter what I did, I always did it wrong.

Today was just another one of these days.

Just so much worse.

My dad had tooken it to far and I've had enough.

"You fucking idiot! I told you more than once, to never, ever speak of your mother in this house!"

Father yelled.

I had, by mistake, mentioned how much mother loved the movie I was watching.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean too...I was just trying to-

I tried explaining, but his fist found it's place to my pale face.

The first strike.

I fell to floor and blood spilled from my mouth.

I didn't cry out loud I just cupped my cheek and and began to silently cry.

"Now, pack your stuff and get the fuck out of here! No one needs you, I don't fucking need you. Get out of here!"

The words spilled out of his mouth and I was on my feet.

I grabbed my school bag and dumped out my stuff.

I grabbed my clothes, not caring what it was.

I grabbed my spare money, my wallet and my cigarettes and lighter.

I stuffed everything I needed into the bag and began to walk out the door.

He blocked me from going any further by grabbing my arm.

"Let go damn it!" I screamed at him.

"Fucking shut up. Listen to me you worthless piece of shit, you leave and don't come back.

Ever."

He spat in my face and pushed me out the door and down the few steps.

The door slammed and I slowly got up.

The bruises from before started to ache.

My face was flushed with new tears and I started to walk away.

Never looking back.

That's how I got to be walking down these streets at 1 in the morning.

I don't have a friend that will let me stay the night, nor do I want to see if I do.

That would mean explaining what had happened.

I wasn't going to do that.

I put my phone on Airplane mode and plugged in my headphones.

With my music playing, I felt somewhat better.

I continued to walk down the street and turned down a rode that led to a park.