Torn Apart

Secrets

With cuffs tightened around his wrists, my dad was led into a police car. My mom just stood there, frozen in place as if she was a statue. No words came out of my dad's mouth. No goodbye. No explanation. Nothing.

"Chelsea, how could you just stand there and watch as your father got hurt like that! You are such an idiot! You will never have a boyfriend! Your a..." my mom screamed at me.

Normally, I would just stay silent and be a human punching bag where each one of her cruel words hit me over and over again. However, I was done being her punching bag. It was time for me to punch back.

"Shut up! You should be the one to break the fight up! You should be the one to apologize for your mistakes! I have tried to be perfect. I have listened and I have done every stupid request you have wanted me to do. I have put up with your crap for 15 years and you didn't once say one nice thing to me or thank me for anything. I can't stay in the house with you any longer!" I screamed back, interrupting her before she criticize me more.

A couple minutes passed, and she didn't utter a word so I started to run away from her before she said anything. No footsteps were heard behind me so I kept on running.

I needed to talk to the man who was at Brittany's party , but I didn't know his last name or anything else about him.His first name was Nick and he had light brown hair. The suit that he wore at the party suggested that he was wealthy, really wealthy. Suddenly, a thought came at me like a bullet train. He was hurt pretty badly, so badly that he might've gone to the hospital. The closest hospital was the Piedmont Hospital in Atlanta, but that was about 30 minutes away and I didn't have a driver's license.  Maybe I can find someone who could drive me.

As I was thinking, I realized that I had to cross the road to get to the other side. I took a few steps and a massive wave of exhaustion came towards me at full force. I need to take a break. My body hit the ground and darkness was all I saw.

"Hello? Can you hear me?" a voice yelled as they shook me. As I was about to open my eyes, a loud bang erupted through the room. "Crap!" the same voice cursed.

"Hello? Who...are you?" Slowly sitting up, I opened my eyes to look around. White paint covered the walls, light blue curtains flowed in the breeze as wind came in from the open window, the bed's covers and pillows were all white, and a painting of darkly colored flowers was hung up on the wall. A pamphlet on the nightstand read "Star Inn". A teen boy with brown hair, light skin, and bright blue eyes stood in front of me.

"I...can't tell you my name. I will tell you that I am 15, but I can't tell you much more." he answered.

Even though he was being very mysterious, something told me to tell him about myself.

"Even though you don't want me to know about you, I'll tell you my name and age. My name is Chelsea and I turned 15 recently." I replied and walked over to the window to see if I could figure out where we were. Lots of shops were around us and could faintly see the sign of a fast food restaurant. My stomach growled as soon as I saw restaurant. The boy must have noticed because he walked towards me.

"Do you want to go get some breakfast? There is a diner that is walking distance from here."

"Um...I can't go out looking like this. I should get going anyway. Thank you so much for letting me stay with you, but I have something I need to do." I pointed to myself. My hair was a mess, my clothes were dirty, and my makeup was smeared all over my face.

"What if we go to a drive thru? I can't drive, but I have a friend who can. You can't do whatever you need to do on an empty stomach. Go clean up and I'll call my friend."