I panicked. I didn't know what I did or what to do. There was so much blood. Oh so much blood.
My head was spinning. The room was blurry. And yet I didn't cry.
I ran upstairs and washed the blood off of my hands. Shortly after I puked at the thought of his blood on me.
I shakily went to the stairs . Is he still alive?
I slowly went around the corner and saw that he slowly had stumbled to his hands and knees on the floor, coughing.
He is alive.
I quickly ran back to my room, grabbed a bunch of clothes, a hoodie, jeans, shorts, shirts ect, my $100 savings from under my bed. Stashed it all in a duffle bag and hopped out my window and into my awning. From there I threw the duffle bag into the yard and slowly started to climb down.
"Where the.... Juli..." I heard my dad say from the house. He was coughing and breathing heavy in-between each word.
Somewhere a few streets down I swore I heard a police siren. I bolted into the night.
YOU ARE READING
In Her Eyes
RomanceThis is a fictional story about alcohol abuse, physical abuse, and mental abuse. This is the story of a girl named Julianna finding love along the way of a journey that seems hopeless. I hope you enjoy c:
