Runaway ( Zayn Malik FF)

Chapter 1

Chapter 1  - Pain

My feet are getting heavier and heavier. Every step gets harder and I try not to stop. My heart races and my lungs are out of air. Everything hurts. My sight is blurry and my head is dizzy. Everything is spinning. The stars are gone and the sky is black.The street lights are bringing a little brightness into the darkness. The old houses are ugly and a closer look tells me that no one is living here anymore. A few shattered walls are decorating the sideway and the old bricks are spread all over the street. I don't even know where I am. I am lost.  Lost in Los Angeles. And I am not running on a pretty avenue near the beach with those big infamous  palms. No, I am lost. Somewhere in a big city and I don't know the way. 

Don't stop running. Don't stop.

It seems like this street is endless. I can't see the end. But this is the beginning. I needed to escape, even though I regret it. I regret it so much. So much, it hurts. The thought makes my eyes wet and tears are streaming down my face. The cold wind is blowing against my cheeks and it's getting cold. I squint my eyes and widen them, but the blur doesn't fade.

(Flashback)

I walk towards our front door and take my keys out of my bag. I love homecoming , but this won't be my home tomorrow  anymore. I will go to college and I will start a new life in Los Angeles.  I hope my new apartment will be nice and near the campus. I want to say goodbye to my mother and prepare my stuff for tomorrow.

"NO!", I hear a female voice screaming. Mother? I walk faster and reach the door knob. The front door isn't locked. I try to open the door quitely. The hall is empty and broken vases were smashed on the floor. I sneak into the house and close the front door without any noises. 

"Please!" , the female voice begs. "Don't do this , don't!"   

Things are falling again. I hear  porcelain and glass falling onto the ground. This noise is coming from the living room. I carefully walk over the porcelain cracks on the floor and try not to make noises. My heart is racing. Is here a thief? Should I call the police? Who is that? So many questions are crossing my mind. As I reach the dark brown wooden door from the living room ,my heart almost falls out of my chest. Should I walk in? Adrenalin is rushing through my veins.

"A whore, that's what you are!" , a deep male voice shouts. I know this voice, I know this voice way  too good. I spy through the keyhole of the door.  I see that things were thrown around in the living room, but the worst is that I see my mother. She is lying on the ground, crying and whining. Her curly hair is messy and her face is pale. I can see the fear in her waterily eyes. I swallow at the thought that someone is hurting her. I want to walk in and help her but I am frozen.

Suddenly a tall male silhouette is hovering over her. I can't identify him, because I can't see his face. The stranger's hand are forming to fists.

"Please don't." ,my mother is sobbing and tears are rushing down on her pale cheeks. I need to walk in before worse things are happening.

"You're a whore. All women are, espacially you. I'd like to kill you with my own hands", the male says and slaps my mother. My mother is trying to get up but he slaps her again. My mother's head is falling back to the ground and she lets out a  loud scream. She is hiding her face with her weak hands.

"Bitch I told you to shut the fuck up!", the male voice screams and his hands are forming into fists. Oh my god, no. Within a heartbeat he punches my mother's stomach and I start crying. I need to walk in, I can't see this anymore. Hastily I straighten my back and open the door. I walk into the living room and recognize the big mess. Almost everything is destroyed in  here.