Things Can Change

Ch. 2 Runaway

I was walking back and forth and Katherine ran in my house asking"What's with the emergency text?" She was out of breath.

"Did you really run all the way here?" She nodded catching her breath. We sit down on my couch and I said"Dylan just asked me out." "WHAT!?! When were you planning on telling me?!?"

I cover my ears cause she is a loud screamer."He just asked me today." I said calmly. "What did you say?" "I told him I would think about it"

She gave me an 'are you kidding me look' I rolled my eyes and looked to the side."Veil! Your gonna say yes right?" I shrugged.

"Katherine I don't think I'm ready. What if I ruin the relationship? What if I say something stupid? What if......"

"What if it turns out to be a great relationship and y'all are together forever?" She interrupted."Veil you'll never know until you try."

I looked into her eyes and said"You know Katherine your right... next time I see him I'll tell him yes. I promise."

We both stood up and hugged each other"Thank you Katherine. Your a good friend." The door bell rang and I let go of Katherine.

I walked over to the door and opened it to my friend Maxine."Hey Maxine what's up and how did you know where I lived?"

"Oh I'm here to pick up Katherine... were going on a date." I nod, Katherine waves bye, and leaves closing the door.

The house was quiet now that I'm all alone. Dylan called my phone and I didn't know if I should pick it up or not. I picked it up anyway.

(Dylan- D and Me- Veil)

V- Hello?

D- Hey Veil... I was wondering if you... wanted... to... go... to the movies.

V- Um... sure. What movie?

D- Insidious?

V- Um sure. What time are you picking me up?

D- Um 7.30?

V- Ok see ya then.

*End of phone call*

I looked at my clock and it was 6:37. I sighed and laid down on my bed. Why can't I just go back home in Roswell (Birth-place)?

I moved a lot when my dad was in the army. Roswell to Hawaii, Hawaii to San-Antonio, San-Antonio to Washington, Washington to Roswell, and finally Roswell to Michigan.

And I was only a baby when this happened. I didn't even start school till I got to Michigan. I'm with my wicked Step-Mom.

My sister is littler than me and she gets everything she wants. I Barely eat because after my dad's death I've always wanted to die.

I never knew my father and I wish I did. My mom is always out drinking and she comes home late at night drunk and abuses me.

I wish dad were here. He'd probably help me out. My sister doesn't live with us. She lives in Lubbock. Thank god.

I pull out a picture of my dad underneath my pillow and I started crying. Before I knew it I heard knocking on my door."Oh Hennessy!!!!" My mom yelled.

Here we go again. She walked in with a guy drunk."Hold on babe." She says to him. She walked up to me and slapped me so hard that I fell of the bed.

She dragged me out of the room and threw me downstairs. I just lay there weak and watched my mom go to her room. I got up and walked back up the stairs.

I grabbed my backpack, packed some clothes, my picture of my dad, ran downstairs, and ran out of the house. I'm just gonna leave my phone (so no one can track me). I run away crying.

I'm just gonna skip the movies and get away from here. I'm tired of being abused by my mom. So I decided that if I run away that I won't be abused and I'll be safe.