Behind Closed Doors ( Chris Motionless)

Chapter 5: Never Coming Back!

The next morning, I woke up on the floor next to my razor inches to from my face.  I got up, holding my head, it hurt like hell. I looked at myself in my mirror, I had a black eye, it didn't look too bad, but it was really noticeable, and my lip was cut.  There was a pounding on my door, Dean swung the door open.

"Listen, here you little shit, I'm going to work, and when I come back, dinner better be ready and the house better be spotless,"

I continued looking in the mirror, and I felt the bruises, and got angry.

"No...."

"What did you just say?"

"N-no. I'm not doing shit for you anymore!"

I turned to look at him, he got close to my face, closing me in the wall.

"Is that so?! Why is that?"

"Because, I'm not your slave!"

"well, if that's the case, get the fuck outta my house, you better be gone when I'm back home!"

"FINE! I'LL LEAVE, AND I'M NEVER COMIN BACK!"

"Good riddance,"

At that, he slammed my door. I felt the tears fall down my face as I filled my bookbag with all of my jackets and posters, a couple of pairs of jeans, and tops. I opened my closet and stared at the jar of money I had stashed away. It was for college and a new apartment, but I needed it right now for a hotel room and food. I dumped the money in my bag and put on my sunglasses to hid my black eye, I grabbed my iPod and put in my earbuds, blasting Adrenalize by IN THIS MOMENT as I walked away from this hell hole that I used to call home.  None of the motels were checking in people this early yet, so I had to walk around town to waste time. I decided to sit down and take a break, a smoke break at that. As I sat down, I put my heavy bag between my feet. My shoulders were aching from carrying it all day. I sat back and closed my eyes and thought about what happened, I was getting pissed. I felt my bag moving so I looked and saw a guy digging through my bag, I kicked his face but he got up and tried to take my bag, but I had a good grip on it, that was until he slapped me, making me let go, he dumped my bag and took all my money and ran off. All I could do was cry and pick up all my clothes and put them back in my bag and walk off. I had about $600 , now it's all gone. By the time it was dark, all I could do was sit on a bench, listen to music, smoke and stress.

A car down the road beeped at me, but I just ignored it, pretending I didn't see the car, but I drove down the street and stopped, I put my head down and heard the window roll down.

"Hey, whatre you doing out here so late?"

I kept my head down, the person got out the car, I looked and Ricky Horror kneeled in front of me, I was surprised to see him.

"I thought you were a perv..."

"Why aren't you home?"

Ricky rubbed my arm in a comforting way, when I told him everything that happened last night, and this morning, grabbed my bag and helped me up. He put my bag in the trunk, and opened the passenger door.

"Get in,"

"Why?"

"Just get in...come on, hop in,"

I just stared at him, wondering what he was planning on doing.

"I'll take you to Apple Bees, have you ate?"

I shook my head.

"Then hop in the chariot,"

I sighed and got in. Before he drove away, he slid out his phone and typed anxiously on it then sat it down and turned on the radio and drove away.

"Apple Bees here we come!"