//you and i\\

three☆

I close up the shop for Bailey and head out. I put in my earbuds and turn on some 90's tunes. I'm on my way home, and I look at the time on my phone. The latest my dad said I can be home was eight and it was currently 7:45. My house was already fifteen minutes away. I start jogging so I can get there on time.

About 7:55, I finally reached my house. I go in and head upstairs. I fling my stuff down and make myself a sandwich so I can clean the dishes before my dad enters the house and gets home. I put the turkey and cheese away and clean up the knife I used to spread the mayo, and any other plates, cups, or other dishes in the sink.

I put them away quickly and go into my room and take out my laptop. I log on as quickly as possible and sit on my bed. I open up the notes we are supposed to write down for homework and pull up my math homework. I work on my homework as quickly as possible so I can get into the shower. I hear the door slam from downstairs and ignore it. 

Unfortunately, although my door is shut tight, I can hear my dad yelling from downstairs, expostulating with Denise about something that happened at work with his coworker, Quincy.

About an hour, I eventually finish my calculus homework and put my laptop on the charger. I head into the bathroom and brush my teeth.

I get the warm water ready for my shower and get my pajamas from my dresser. I put my pajamas on my bathroom counter along with my skincare products and my brush. I undress quickly and hop into the shower. I run my hair through the water as I think of the mysterious boy I saw at the record shop. Why was he there? Why haven't I seen him before? He looked like he was in high school and I've never seen him at school before. Unless. Unless he went to school downtown. The school downtown was where all of the criminals went, all of the delinquents. If I remember it was called Jarrington High. "HURRY YOUR ASS UP, YOU'RE TAKING UP ALL OF THE HOT WATER!" I hear my dad scream.

I hurry up washing the silky soap off of my body and get out of the shower. I get dressed and moisturize my face. I finish cleaning my face and head downstairs.

"Rebecca I need to talk with you." my dad says walking out towards me from the backyard. Probably smoking. "Yeah?" I gulp. I inhale the smell of puffy, overt stench of smoke coming from my father's mouth. I shiver in fear and he grabs me by a chunk of my hair. I cry and whine. "STOP!" I say digging my nails into his arm. He pushes me to the floor holding his arm. "Goddammit! You're going to regret that!"  he said.

"Dad when can the real you come back? Why do you have to be an alcoholic? I know mom wouldn't want this." I stop and realize what I just said.

Derick left because of what dad did to him when Derick called dad an alcoholic. And dad gets sensitive whenever we talk about mom, especially around Denise. It was terrifying. Dad would take a knife and he tried to hurt  Derick. Dad looked furious. He grabbed me by my arm and threw me down.

He strangled me until I started choking and couldn't breathe. I was sobbing for him to stop. "I want you out of here by tomorrow morning. I can't look at you, without thinking your mom should've aborted you like I wanted her to." 

I sat there in not only shock but in fury. My mom and my dad wanted me dead before they even met me. Hell, I never even did meet my mom. I run upstairs before my dad could do any more damage to me. I lock my door and plump onto my bed crying. I get a big backpack and pack it up with stuff I need. I put clothes, deodorant, my brush, my makeup, socks, and anything else I wanted such as pictures of me and my friends, etc.

I honestly don't know where I'm going to go because Casey, his parents won't let girls sleepover, Lillian and Jenny don't have space in their house, and I think it'd be a little weird if I stayed at Zach's house. I gather up all of my money and put it into my bag so I have money for food and probably a hotel room. 

I finish packing up the rest of my shit and put it next to my bed. I yawn and unlock my phone and go to my texts. I go to Jenny's contact and text her.

Me: Hey can I put a bag of my stuff in your car? My dad is kicking me out in the morning and said he doesn't want to see me again. Would be appreciated luv :/

Jenny: omg, of course, Bec, I'm sorry if I had space I'd let you stay with me'

Me: It's fine. I'll be fine. I'm better off on my own anyway.

I'm trying not to cry any more than I already am because no one except my dad knows about the abuse and bruises and it hurts and kills me that I have to keep it from my friends. I throw down the couple of bags I packed and I throw myself onto my pillows. I inhale a deep breath of air and let it all out. I let out all of my pain, my tears.

*the next morning*

I wake up and crawl out of bed. I go to the bathroom, use the bathroom and wash my hands and face. I go to my closet and pick something I know will cover my bruises. A hoodie, specifically my lifeguard hoodie I got from Florida last year in the summer visiting my grandparents. I pack anything else I might want before I leave. I put on my vans and walk downstairs to eat and pack my lunch. I head back upstairs, pack up my backpack for school, brush my teeth and brush my hair. I bring downstairs all of the bags I'm taking with me and set them down by the door.

"And where in the hell do you think you're going?" Denise asked me as I was setting my things down. "Besides school." I sigh.

"Where ever the world takes me. Dad wanted me to leave, so I am." She's stunned. "You're leaving, Bec? After all, he has fucking done for you?" She scoffs. "You useless, selfish little bitch." I cross my arms. "He said he wanted me out so I'm out. You don't have to worry about me anymore." I pick up my bags and luggage and walk out the door without saying goodbye and give her my middle finger. I slam the door shut and as I walk out, my friends are already outside waiting for me.