Our Little Infinity

Chapter 7

I froze. I couldn't move. My legs were stuck to the ground. What did he want. He can't do anything too bad right? He still loves me. I think. Travis helped me go by nudging me. I carefully walked up to my dad's room to find a broken lamp on the ground, and an angry face on my dad. He looked at me and held a hand behind his back.

"Y-yes dad?"

"I think you need a punishment for being the cause of your mother's death."

"Um... what is that... punishment?"

"Turn around."

I slowly turned around. I heard a weird sound. Almost like a...

BANG!!!!

I felt instant pain in my right leg. I screamed and fell to the ground. I grabbed onto the doorknob to stand up. I looked behind me to see my dad's face. He looked...guilty?

"Kris-"

"LEAVE ME ALONE! YOU'RE THE WORST FATHER EVER! WHY WOULD OU DO THAT TO YOUR OWN DAUGHTER?"

And I ran.

Well, whatever you want to call it. Because it sure as hell wasn't running.

I made my way to the end of the hallway where I saw a look on my brothers face. He was crying and he looked hurt.

"Kris?! Where are you going?" He yelled at my limping form.

"I love you Trav. Take care of yourself. I'll come back for you." And I ran outside. I went out the back door and into the woods. The cold air froze my face and hands.

I ran as fast as my lungs would let me. The bitter cold of this winter's night took the breath out of me. I felt the tug of my lungs gasping for air. But I couldn't stop. That would mean I was weak. I kept going.

The snow fell heavily to ground and my feet trudged through it. It was so thick, I couldn't see anything in front of me. Only white.

I winced as I felt my bullet wound get scraped. I took in as much air as I could. I looked down to see my leg covered in blood. Stupid father. If he was going to react this bad, why would he have a kid. The only thing that would make sense was that he wanted a son. He has one. Travis.

He is the sweetest kid on earth. Not the tough boy my dad wants him to be. He failed at making Travis like that. So he tried making me a tom boy. That's not going to happen. Not now anyway.

I was too much of a girly girl. I went shopping with my mom before she died. I did a lot of 'girly' things with her. That's what Travis told me.I remember a few weeks ago hearing my dad yelling at me for being such a girl. C'Mon. I am one for crying out loud! It's not my fault.

It's not fair.

I fell to the ground in pain. I was losing a lot of blood. Running doesn't help. I took off my jacket and tied it around my thigh. I shivered and kept running(Whatever kind of movement you would like you would like to call it. Not a normal run. At all.)

I made it to the point where I couldn't take it anymore. I fell in the snow.

Then everything went black.

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A/N- Sorry if this gets confusing. I'll try to fix it to where it connects. Sorry!!!