Not an edited chapter
-Andy-
After rushing out of the room like it was on fire, I ran down the stairs and went to the closet at held the coats, like whoever let me in said. My leather jacket seemed unscathed, my cellphone in the pocket like I'd accidentally left it. Thank God, I thought to myself. I pulled out the outdated iPhone 3 and checked my phone for anything new--just some notifications from the few apps I had stored.
Once I collect my thoughts, I rush out the door, spotting the rusty red Mustang almost immediately. I ran towards the car and jumped, landing perfectly in the passenger seat with a toothy grin.
"Beth," I greet.
"Andy," she replied with a tired smile. Her eyes dropped into a sleepy expression, lips dry and in a thin line.
"See..."
"Here comes the lecture," she groaned as she pulled out of the driveway.
"You tell me that I owe you, and as payment, I agree to go to this blasted party! Okay, I understand you found a guy who was willing to take you home--not to mention you're the one who took him home! Beth--"
"Leave it, Andy. I'm old enough to try and care for myself--I'm 17. It's not like your older than me--you're still 16. Besides, kids your age are usually partying and doing all the things you're not. By this time..." The car came to a stop and I realized I was home. As home as this quiet place could be. Beth took a deep breath before turning to me with a wiry smile, "So you're moving out?"
"Yeah, tomorrow," I mutter.
"What did your dad say--"
"My dad didn't say anything. I'm not telling him. It's not like he'd listen, anyway... you know what would happen..."
"Yeah," she sighed. "Well, I'll be happy to help you out anytime, Andy."
"Thanks a lot," I smiled before getting out of the car and climbing the porch steps to my house.
The deal was, I was basically Cinderella--without the stepsisters and fairy godmother and losing a shoe or pumpkin carriage thing going on.
Yes, I was mistreated... but not by some stepmother. By my biological father--ever since...
Well, anyway, I'm moving out, so it doesn't matter. I'm going to transfer schools, too, so he doesn't have a trace of me. It wasn't like he abused me, much, but it'd be better if he didn't know. Knowing that I was still in the same state as him would make him go on a hunting spree for me, and me alone--so if he thought I was elsewhere, perhaps, but sending a letter from elsewhere to him, it'd be a perfect idea.
Right now, I could tell he was home since the silver Porsche sat in the driveway. He was definitely asleep, too, if the lights were on, which they were.
The golden light illuminated the entrance lobby and I had to squint my eyes to adjust to the sudden brightness. As I walked farther, I could make out my father's figure slumped in the green armchair, bottles of beer and vodka and liquor in his arms and on the floor. One of his hands held a bottle that was near falling--either I hide now, or take the bottle.
I didn't want to hide.
I step over a few bottles and avoid the small puddles that he'd spilled before standing directly in front of him. I leaned down and wrapped my fingers around the bottle and tugged, only to see the dark brown eyes flicker open and glare at me with an evil fire burning within them. I let out something of a squeak as he sat up and stood.
Immediately, his hand went across my face, leaving a red mark that burned.
•••
With my hands in my pockets, I walked towards my new home just a little while away from where Beth had dropped me off. She dropped me off to go run errands for her mom, so I couldn't blame her.
At least she'd helped me with my makeup.
I continued walking, the sound of footsteps directly behind me hindering my own train of thoughts. I turn abruptly to face my follower, before realization dawns on my face. It looked like the guy from the party yesterday, and just like that day, I had even realized I'd seen him before that. I set my clenched fists on my hips and stare at him.
"So you're a stalker now?" As if I didn't have enough problems.
"I'm just trying to get home," he mutters before walking ahead of me. It looked like we'd be living in the same apartment complex.
•••
"Yeah, you can just bring everything to the room," I instruct the mover. He nodded and picked up one of the heavier fragile boxes, making his way to the elevator with three of his coworkers in tow.
"Ma'am," I turn, arms crossed across my chest, to look at a man not much taller than me. "Are you the new tenant in B110?"
I nod; the guy couldn't have looked much older than I was, either.
"That's nice," he smiled before walking away. That wasn't creepy at all, note the sarcasm.
By the time the Movers were done bringing all my things to my apartment, and had set some things where they would be going--like the bed and nightstand, a full three hours had passed. I hadn't entered the apartment for the sake of buying groceries, avoiding the thought of starving to death.
Now, with my newly received key, I opened the door and began to walk into the kitchen. I could hear rummaging, and i halted. I let out a breath and narrowed my eyes before walking deeper into the kitchen until I saw a butt sticking out of the fridge.
"Get out!" I yelled.
"Huh?" A shirtless guy wearing glasses turned, hand tangled in his dark hair as he glanced at me. "What are you doing in my house?"
"Your house?"
"My apartment, my condo, mi casa es no tu casa."
"I just moved here."
"Oh, crap! I thought you were a guy..." He tapped his chin in thought. "Its going to be nice living with you, I guess?"
"The hell? Of course, it isn't! Im going--"
As if he moved at the speed of light, he had me pressed against the wall, a frown formed on his lips. "Do you really have anywhere else to go?"
"N-No," I turn my head to the side, and looked down.
"That's what I thought," he backed up and started to walk away. "Besides, its not like I have anyone else to split the rent with. You're doing me a huge favor, Blue."
Blue?
