Being Saved

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Walking in the downpouring rain, I half expected for him to follow after me like he did before. He didn't, though.

I walked the long way home, not wanting to be there until the morning, honestly. So Colton couldn't abuse me. It would be like a one-day vacation.

So, where does one go when they have nobody that cares about them and need to get away from their abusive father, you ask? Well the answer for me is simple. They go to the cabin that remains untenanted about a mile from their house, through the woods, of course!

It was a pretty nice place if you ask me, although im not sure it'd be a good idea to ask me considering that for me, anywhere is better than where Colton Johnson was. Now, Now, don't get confused on me here, don't fret at all. Colton is my father, its just that I completely detest calling him that unless it is absolutely necessary, let alone calling him my dad.

Now back to the cabin. The cabin was a faded burgandy sort of color, with the wood chipped in some places. By the looks of it on the outside if I am being completely honest, a stranger would probably think it was condemned, or tenanted by homeless people, even. Not that it is anything of that sort. It is warmed due to a fire place, stocked full of food, drinks, coffee, etc. I even had a mini fridge installed. A mantle hangs above the small dining room table, and there is a bedroom that could literally fit 75 people in it all at once, with a walk-in closet to boot!

Not that anyone went in the closet let alone changed anything about what was in it. It is filled with my mom's clothes. They remain untouched because to me it is as though if I move or get rid of anything that had belonged to her, it'd be as though i'd given up on her, stopped thinking about her, and how she is feeling, how she's doing, and is she in heaven. I don't know if it sounds stupid or not but I couldn't move or get rid of her things. Not yet.

After grabbing a pair of clothes and the things I would need for school the next day, I walked to The cabin.

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I forgot how good this feels. To be able to relax, sit in my pajamas, and watch Netflix. I started with the scary movies, because I was one of those people that got scared easily so I was too scared to watch them in the middle of the night. After those I decided comedy would be good. Some Channing Tatum, Adam Sandler, and Matthew Mcconaughhey movies later, it was time for the chic flics.

I was in tears the entire movie. I loved it but it was such a tragic love story. As I sat there sobbing loudly through the middle, I realized over the sound of rain pouring down outside that someone was knocking on the door. I jogged to see who it could be, not thinking, obviously, of how I looked.

And there he stood. The infamous Dylan. AGAIN. I opened the door cautiously.

"I came to talk" he stated.

"How did you know that i'd be here, Dylan?"

"Because I know you. You always come here when something is terribly wrong. So, anyways, I came to talk.."

I really didn't want to see him right now. Quite frankly I think I didn't want to see him period. Despite how damn hot he looked in the rain, with his wet hair, and his white shirt with his. . . Okay, Okay. So maybe after he broke my heart he's still fun to look at (Insert Ctffuu because I said that weird guys pls cx). But.. But it was raining, I couldn't just leave him outside,..

"Come in, Dylan, It's raining", I said, sighing in frusttration.

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