My bad boy neighbor is good? (Incomplete)

Chapter 3: Finally Free

>ok, I don't know if this can happen in real life or not but I did it anyways so don't complain or tell me that it can't, enjoy!<

-a week later-

Lily's POV

I found out that Brent is in three more of my classes and my neighbor*sigh* I caught him starting at me a few times but it only ends in me feeling uncomfortable for the rest of class but he hasn't tried talking to me or anything so that's good, it's better for me that way and I don't need more complications in my life then I already have.

Amanda is in most of my classes, she does all the talking while I listen, she knows that I'm uncomfortable with the whole socializing idea so she doesn't push it. I wish she knew why I wasn't, why I was so different from the year before. Last year everything was perfect boyfriend, parents, school..... and Brandon

Everything fell apart in that one night. Everything.

Amanda lent me a phone and Brandon's number so that I could call him ,she didn't ask many questions like I thought she would, thats one of the reasons I like her and don't push her away like others. My aunt would kill me if she found out that I had a phone on me. So every night I try to call him when my aunt is either passed out drunk or goes out to drink. Just like every night I tried his number again, and the same as every night, he didn't pick up. All that I knew about where he is was that he went out of town to his moms place since she was sick. He was gone a few days before the night of the accident, and now its been about two months since I've heard from him.

I was sitting there lost in my thoughts as I slowly closed my eyes.

*bang*

I heard the front door slam open, I jumped up a little from where I sat on my bed and opened my eyes wide, as I turned to look at the phone, fear struck me and next thing I knew I was hiding the phone behind my back under the pillows. I heard a little crash and my aunt swung open my door, holding the nob with one hand and a nearly empty Liquor bottle in the other, she seemed drunk but not completely.

"You worthless piece of trash, first you kill your parents and then you come to ruin me ?!" I flinched as she yelled at me and I felt the tears soaking my shirt.

I expected the same as everyday, beats and verbal abuse. I guess I should be used to it but, it scares me worse every time

I looked down at my bed that was wet with my tears until I felt a sharp sting on my cheek, she'd slapped me off the bed to the floor. I crawled up a little with my hand on my stinging cheek, I was now against my closet door looking up at her while shaking, waiting for the next hit.

She rose her hand and I closed my eyes tight, ready for the hit

but it never came, instead her attention rose beside her to the phone which was now ringing like crazy. Shit.

Her eyes widened, just as mine. I rushed, crawling over to the phone and held it up to my face so that I could see who it was, Brandon, it flashed on the screen

I totally forgot about my aunt since I was so happy to finally be able to hear from him, but she hadn't forgot about me at all.

I pressed the talk button just as something pounded behind my head, blood dripped all over the dirty carpet and a sharp pain spread over my head until I was completely lying over the floor, surrounded by blood.

"Hello?" I heard Brandon's voice, it was faint but enough for me to understand

My eyes started drooping as I was going to lose consciousness, but I wasn't going to lose against my body then, I finally had hope get out of this hell, and go back to my old life. I knew it wasn't true as I thought that to myself but it would be enough for me, enough for me to have Brandon on my side and live away from my aunt.

"B*tch, I told you what would happen didn't I, what would happen if you tried to contact anybody for help!" She screamed watching me on the floor

I fought to stay conscious. My arms started lifting me up slowing. Pain shot threw my head as I grabbed the back of it with my left hand. I could hear her cussing and yelling at me but I ignored her and went straight for the phone which was now on the floor, between me and my aunt.

Her attention quickly turned to the phone which was in my hand.

She kicked it out of my hand and out of my reach.

"Brandon, help!!" I screamed as loud as i could not knowing if he was still on the line.

My aunt had figured out what I was trying to do and stumbled over to phone, she was too drunk to walk straight but she couldn't risk anyone finding out what she was doing.

This was my chance make a run for it, I told myself a few times before I decided on it. It hurt to get up , but I had to, it was my only chance. I stood up holding the edge of my bed for support, I was starting to get dizzy. I shook my head I little and ran for the door, I hadn't got very far from the door before I felt glass cut through my skin, I turned to find my aunt laying on the floor with a piece of the glass from bottle she broke on my head in her hand with slight blood at the sharp end of it, I knew that she had cut the bottom of my right leg since I felt a slight pain pain there. I didn't waste time bothering to look at it, and limped out of the room, with my other hand on my knee. I turned to see my aunt was already unconscious due to all the alcohol. I closed the door tight, locking it from the outside. Normally the lock is on the inside but my aunt changed it so that she could lock me in when she leaves.

I slowed down walking past the living room because I knew there wouldn't be a way she could get to me for a while. Limping and holding the blood from my head. I grabbed the door knob to the front door and turned it slightly, opening it. Oh no this can't be happening right now. Rain. I stepped out of the door and started walking...preparing to be soaked. I couldn't control my body anymore. Just a few more steps I kept telling myself. Until I couldn't do it anymore. My body let go and I started to fall, as my eyes shut.

*bang*

*splash*