i dont think you know how important you are (camila/You)

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I sneak back into my house through my window. Camila and i had stayed up until she had passed out. I had snuck out through the window, i left a note on her bed to let her know. I tried to remain as quiet as possible considering that my dad is most likely home and even though i may be giddy from staying with camila all day, no amount of happiness is worth my father's wrath. I silently make my way into the bathroom where i rub off my eyeliner and brush my teeth. And then i silently sneak out of the room.

Only to bump into my father. "Where the FUCK have you been" he snarls in my face. "I-i uh" i try to speak but he shuts me down "i thought i told you that you had better get that kitchen cleaned" he says grabbing my arm and dragging me towards the staircase leading downstairs.

"You had one job how worthless can you possibly be?" and with a harsh tug he throws me down the stairs. I tumble down them and i can feel something in my arm snap. My head hits the bottom of the stairs with a harsh thud. I groan quietly as to not let him hear me. My body feels as if i've been hit by a truck and i can tell by the feeling in my arm that it's broken. He descends down to where i am and begins to yell "GET UP" and he punctuates it with a hard kick to my stomach. I can't handle the pain anymore and i begin to cry. "I SAID GET UP NOW" his voice is ringing in my ears and the crying turns to sobbing. I know that if i don't listen to him he'll only harm me more. I pick myself up and drag my body into the kitchen. I grab the broom and start cleaning.

It takes about an hour and when i'm done he yells for me to get the hell out of his house. " Get out of my house, don't ever come back." he spits at me and it's then that i realized that i'm getting kicked out. I make a mad dash up the stairs. "HEY WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING" he screams i close and lick my door behind me. I grab my school bag and stuff it full of a few outfits my chargers and some other things.

I grab my wallet and slip my phone into the pocket. I can hear him banging on the door, his shouts getting increasingly louder and i can't help but feel scared. I pull the bag onto my back and begin crawling out of the window using only the right arm. Once i hit the ground i begin running. I tear down the street, my breathing heavy and tears streaming down my face. I don't stop running until i'm ten streets down.

I start walking down the street and in the distance i see a lighted walmart sign and decide to make that my destination. I catch my breath eventually and the throbbing pain in my arm begins to become more prominent and i know it's likely i have a concussion. I'll just have to settle for some tylenol and a sling. I walk into the store and make my way to the bathroom to assess my injuries. My face had a few cuts so i clean them up, but i can't do much for all the bruises.

Once i clean all the blood i change my shirt and throw on an oversized hoodie to avoid people noticing my broken arm. After assessing myself one last time i walk out of the bathroom and make my way to the pharmacy section and walk along the aisles. I grab a first aid kit knowing it will have everything that i need and a cheap sling i begin making my way to the front of the store and grab a couple water bottles at the checkouts. Once i've purchased my items i walk out of the store and sit on a bench outside of the building. I open the packaging for the sling and slide it on. I then proceeded to open the kit.

I sift through its contents and i find the tylenol and i take them. Hoping it will help. As i sit there packing away my things the reality of my situation weighs down on me. I am 16 and still in highschool i am still a kid. And now, i'm outside a walmart and homeless with a broken arm. What the actual FUCK am i supposed to do now.

I guess that my best option would be to call ethan. I don't really think i have a choice but to tell him now. He's my only option. I pull out my phone to find that it has 10% left. I grimace and pull up his contact and hit the call button. It rings for awhile and just as i'm about to hang up he answers. "Hello?" he says into the phone, voice rough from sleep. "Hey ethan" i say and my voice sounds so empty. "Y/N? Are you okay?" he says concerned. "I need you to come get me" i tell him. "Yeah no problem" i can hear rustling on the other side, probably him getting some shoes and keys "i'll be right there Y/N" he says and then he hangs up.

i sit there, slouched outside a walmart at 2 am. Homeless. Rather houseless, that building has never been home to me. He didn't always used to hit me, but he was also never my father. I will admit it, i am scared. terrified. While i wait for ethan to arrive a realization hits me head on, i didn't pack my medication.

Without those meds i will begin to have panic attacks again, within weeks i'll become extremely depressed. I'm screwed. I slide and move to lay on the bench. I lay there looking at the stars, wishing i was anywhere but here. I trace the constellations with my eyes. What is it like, i wonder. To be apart of something greater than yourself. Tires on road announce the arrival of ethan. I pull myself into a sitting position and reach for my bag. I stand and walk over to the car. He's sitting shotgun which means his mom is driving. I sigh knowing i'll have to tell them. I pull open the door and slip in. regretting the words i have yet to speak. 

A/N: thank you for all the reads so far!