breakout

Chapter 1.2

I couldn’t say anything or move. We just stood there until I began to cry. Then we hugged and I said “I’m not moving away from here. No.”, while I was sobbing. “I told him, you won’t go away from here, but he said he has a right to have you in his care.”, she said crying. We got into my room and sat on my bed. “But..the police already knows what he has done! How the hell did he got the right back?” What my father has done to us? That’s a lot. He abused me and my mom. Everyday he came home totally drunk and then he punched us with everything he could find. Without a fucking reason. Sometimes he even forced my mom to sex. This was raping. So one year ago we put our whole courage together and reported him to the police. The police first didn’t believe us, but then we showed them the scars that are from my father and yeah, he got into prison for 6 months. He never called... until now.

“Honey, I called the police already and they said he had a therapy and is okay now and he has the caring right back.” I couldn’t believe what my mom said. How can a abuser be “okay” after only 6 months of prison? “Where does he even live?”, I asked cold. “In New York.”, she answered. “What?! I’m definitely not going to New York! I want to stay here. Here is my home. My friends are here!” After I said that, I realized how much my life sucks. I don’t have any friends to stay for. I’m completely alone and it doesn’t matter where I’m. “Do you think, I want to let you go?”, my mom put me in her arms, “It’s just, that his therapist said, that your father needs you. He needs you to fully recover from his past. But look you’re 17, only one more year and you can go away from there and come back to me or even have an own house!” She was right. And whenever he abuses me, I can just call the police and go back to my mom. Besides that I will miss my mom so much, I think it’s a good idea to have a new beginning. I would go to a new school. Meet new people. Maybe even have some friends. My mom kissed me on the cheek and left the room. I fell on my bed. What a day. I was so fucking tired. But I couldn’t really sleep that night. I always had nightmares about my father and then woke up for the next hour.

The next morning I woke up a whole hour too late! I jumped out of bed, put a hoodie and a pair of jeans on, brushed my teeth, brushed my hair and ran down to the kitchen. 5 minutes left until the bus comes! I turned the coffee machine on and packed my bag and put my shoes on during the coffee got ready. When it finally was ready I had 3 minutes left. Will I make it? I filled the coffee in a to go cup and ran outside. In one hand the cup and in the other my heavy bag I ran as if this was for my life. When I finally got to the bus, the busdriver closed the door! Although I was only 2 meters afar from this fucking bus. What a motherfucker! He saw me running and still closed the door in front of me! Totally angry I sat down on the aspahlt and drank my coffee. Whatever, then I’ll come too late. This is nothing special. As I was sitting, I decided to make up myself, because I definitely looked like a corpse. I used a little bit of concealer for my ugly eye rings and for my pimples, mascara, powder and a lipbalm. As I finished drinking my coffee I stood up and bumped into someone. Fuck, I’m always so awkward. “I’m so sorry”, I said without looking at the person. As I turned around, I looked into the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen in my entire life. They were blue and deep. So deep, that you could get lost in them. It reminded me of an ocean. The eyes were straightly looking into mine and only then I realized how dump I had to look, staring into the eyes like an idiot. It was a boy. My age, maybe even older.

“No problem, beautiful”, he said with a masculine, deep, wonderful voice. Did he just call me beautiful? Is this a dream or something? A tall boy, with fluffy brown hair and the most beautiful eyes ever just called ME beautiful? “Everything’s alright?”, he asked carefully and brought me back to reality. “U-uhm yeah, sure.”, I said stottering. “You missed the schoolbus right?”, he laughed. “Yep. I ran so fast and the busdriver closed the door anyway.”, I said, trying to stay calm. “Rude busdriver!”, he laughed again. God, his laughter is so wonderful. So deep and uhm kinda sexy. “Yup” I wanted to go, but he stopped me. “Wait, are you going to the Kingston high school?”, he asked. “Yeah.”, I said. We live in a small city, here is only one high school, dumb boy. “I can come with you.. only if you want of course.” I thought about it. Coming to school too late alone or with a hot boy? Of course I wanr to. “Okay, sure.”, I said smiling at him. He smiled back. “So you also go to high school?”, I asked him. “No, I finished last year. Happily. I totally hated school.” Just like me. “Same. I can’t stand it.” Wait, if he was on the my school.. how can’t I remember him.. how can someone forget eyes like this? “What’s your name, beautiful?”, he asked softly. And again he called me beautiful. Oh god. “Jess”, I said, “yours?” I hate my name. It’s so lame and everyone around me has like the coolest name ever. “Damien”, he said with his deep voice. Look, that’s what I mean. “Wow, that’s a cool name”, I told him. “I like your name also.”, he said smiling. “That’s a joke, right?”, I said laughing. “Nope. I’m serious. It’s cool.”, he said ttrying to convince me. “It’s lame.”, I said. Just as me, I thought. I didn’t say it out loud. I would sound like an attention whore. “But I like it.”, he said. “Hmm, okay, I let you like it.”

We both laughed. This was a really weird situation. I’m talking to a random stranger and he’s bringing me to school. And I actually liked it. “So, Jess, let me guess your age.” He looked at me precisely and I chuckled. God, I always make those akward sounds. “You have such a beautiful face...”, he said and smiled. “Thanks. You too.”, I answered as if this was something I always do. Are we actually flirting right now? I don’t know. My last boyfriend is like 2 years ago. “So, Jess. You’re 16.”, he said convinced. “Almost right.”, I said. “What?! I wasn’t right? No way!!!” I laughed. “Are you 17?”, he asked now. “Yep. And how old are you, Damien?”, I asked him. “Guess.” Hmm... I’d say he’s 18, or 19? He has to be one of this ages, if he finished school last year. “You’re 19 years old, Damien.”, I said convinced. “Damn, girl, you’re right!” I jumped and made a weird sound. He laughed. We kept on talking until we were at the school. “So, Jess, now run to class, it’s already 8:40!” What? Did we just went to the school 40 minutes? Fuck. “Yeah, I’ll, but wait. 5PM today at the bus station?” What did I just do, holy shit. He smirked. “Sure, see you then, beautiful.” He went away. Is this like a date? No. I’m just meeting up with a boy. I realized how much I miss by staying at home all day. I couldn’t help but smile. When I got into class everyone was looking at me. I hate those guys. “Jess! You’re more than 40 minutes too late! How do you explain this?”, my teacher shouted at me. I decided to just tell the truth. “I overslept, missed the bus and then went to school by foot.” She looked angrily at me and said: “Well, this will have consequences. Now sit down!” I sat down. We had history and I actually like history, but I hate my teacher. She’s just an annoying bitch with anger problems. In the break I went to my favorite place of the school. It’s a big tree, where you can perfectly sit under and read. I got my book out of my bag, but I couldn’t read. Something disturbed my mind. Damien...