Runaway

chapter 1

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Chapter 1

The air was hostile, nipping at my hands and face. I could visibly see the clouds of air from my mouth as I walked briskly home. I was shaking, from the cold but also because of the fear that was pooling in my stomach. I could see the silhouette of the dingy house I had lived in since I could remember. I make my way closer to the house slowing my pace, I was dreading going in. I know she will be in there likely drunk off her ass, hopefully she will be sleeping. It would make what I was planning easier.

There was no denying it, I was scared shitless. If my witch of a mother found out I was running away she would definitely do something to me that would make me shake just thinking about the word ‘run’.  I sighed shakily walking to the red door, the paint was chipping off showing the wood underneath.  I run my hand on the door feeling the rough texture. The door used to be clean and new but through the years it got weathered down.

I remember when it was new. My mom used to be so happy, I was happy. We were still a family, when dad was alive. A pang of guilt hit me in the chest. My eyes watered, if it wasn’t for me he would still be here, my mom would still be the sweet mom I used to have. I wouldn’t have to dread going home and cower in her presence.

I pulled the key out of my pocket fumbling with it for a little before unlocking the door softly. I opened the door to be met with my mom, she looked livid. A shiver ran down my spine when I looked in her eyes.

I froze, I was probably visibly shaking. “were the hell were you Theodore?” she yelled, her words were slurred. She waited a few seconds for me to answer, but It was no use in saying why I was late. She would likely get even angrier at me. ”so you don’t know how to talk?” she said, stepping closer to me. I was taller by her than a few inches but that didn’t stop her from being my one true fear.

She steps closer to me, and I step back until my back hits the door. “you can even follow rules!” she screams at me, I shut my eyes. Tears swelled in my eyes and things were blurry.  She then smacked me, hard. I could feel the burn of it on my face, I sobbed sliding down the door. “god your such a mistake I wish I never had you” she throws the beer bottle that once was in her hand at me. It missed me smashing next to my face getting my clothes soaked with the liquid.

“go to your room you worthless piece of shit” she seethed. I scrambled up tears streaming down my face. I quickly ran to my room slamming the door shut, I slowly slide down it. I sobbed curling up into a ball on the soft carpet. She is defiantly drunk; she was never this bad sober. There was a stinging pain from the hit she landed on my cheek.

I sobbed, my breathing was shallow and my heart is beating so fast. This hasn’t happened in months; I was starting to think things were getting better. This always happens, I think that things are getting better then everything goes to shit.

It’s been happening for years, and in some fucked up way I feel like I deserve it. I am the reason my life is hell, that my mom is an alcoholic and my dad is dead. I was the reason she threw a bottle at me, I was the reason no one helps me, I just keep pushing everyone away.

I even pushed my best friend away, I pushed almost everyone away. They all think I hate them; they probably think I believe I’m too good for them. In reality, I am nothing compared to them. I’m a waste of space. Useless, as much trouble I was causing my mom I might as well just die, but I’m a wuss I could never kill myself so the only option was to leave.