The Lost One

Chapter five;

I was sobbing . This is terrible! I can't die, I'm so young! I cried in my hands. My thoughts were rudely interrupted by a poke.
"Julia?" Asked a familiar voice.
I don't want to talk, I want to sob.
Go away whoever you are; I thought to myself.
"Julia." The voice said firm and demanding.
Still no reply. I don't want to talk. Doesn't this person get it!
"JULIA!" The person yanks me so hard It makes my eyes tear up even more.
It's Jared, I knew he came here everyday to run... Why did I come here?

I know he's going to give me yet another bruise from his annoying strength. Don't get me wrong; I love guys who work out and are strong just not ones who use it against me sometimes. But I overlook it. I know I shouldn't, something just doesn't feel right about it. But hey, it's not like I'm dead, right?
"JULIA!" He shakes me violently, well that's a new one.
"WHATS WRONG WITH YOU!!" He yells at me like I murdered someone.
I don't know? What is wrong with me? Oh yeah, cancer. I'm not telling him yet thought .
"N-n-n-nothing." I respond. Clearly stuttering. Ugh stupid stuttering, I only do that when I cry. But he'll take it as 'she's lying to me!'
"LIAR!" He shouts not caring that we're in public, he slaps me across the face.
Told you! My mind says more annoying than ever.
Yes, my mind is faster than my body. Because while my mind is computing what will come out of this situation, and is telling me to run, my body is standing as still as a statue.
I stare at him covering up all emotion.
"You, don't lie to me. Don't ever lie to me. You don't deserve me but I let you have me anyway." He says proudly.
Although I'm worth less than a shoe, I know I'm worth more than THIS. But as my mind is yelling at him, once again IM not.
"You're are not worth my time at the moment." He growls and with that he throws me to the ground spitting on me and strolls away as if nothing happened .
I sit there bruised weak and helpless this has been going on for a while now, a few months actually. I curled up into the tiniest ball I could manage and rolled under the park bench and quietly sobbed.
I woke up to darkness. What happened? Where am I? Then I see a bright light. I fail to shield my eyes, as the light blinds me. I try to get up but hit my head on something hard.
A bench?
I fell asleep under a bench?
And God ??
Gods Angels?
"Ma'am, why are you under this park bench? The park closed two hours ago. I'm going to have to ask you to leave." Says a deep voiced man in a calming and soothing tone yet a hint of annoyance in it.
It's a cop, Jared abused me again, I fell asleep under a park bench.
I didn't even remember falling asleep...
After this brief realization and I'm caught up with time, I crawl out of the park bench and the cop shows me out. As if I need directions.
Slowly i walk down the streets. It's quite hard to tell where I'm at because (1) Its dark and (2) I never really go to this park. We have two parks in Fantris small town city, this one's called Bridgeton park, and the other one i normally go to is Salem park. Why did i go to this one ? It's farther away from home. I wanted to be as far away from home as I could run at that point.
Not really knowing where to go i sat down at the curb, and cried/freaked out. There were no cars where I was, occastionally a car would pass. The cop went back on duty, and completely ignoring me so I just sat. and cried, and panicked. If there's one thing you should know about me is I panic easily. Most people are calm if they're lost and they think rationally. But me? Nope, I'm tired, bruised, achey, my parents think I'm reading at a cafe, and to top it off I'm utterly lost. Oh yeah, and I'm dying.
"Julia?" I hear a soft voice question.
Scared that it might be Jared I shudder.
"It's okay it's just me," it's mystery guy I know it! He puts his hand on my shoulder.
I look up at him and he gasps, as his face hardens.
"Who did this too you?" He asks cold heartedly.
Oh, you mean who bruised my face 'til it looks like a freakin panda? Oh yeah, my food did it. What did he really think happened . Could he be this dumb? Or is he playing dumb.
"It doesn't matter, I need the way to my house..." I say with a stuffed nose. Sure, call me a wimp... But let's see you get beat by your boyfriend , told you were dying and be bullied, AND still be strong. Can you blame me?
His face softens the tiniest bit.
"Follow me."
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Sorry for the cliff hangers , it's just if I don't do that then no one cares and they stop reading. It will get good guys...
Sorry it took so long to update I was doing it piece by piece, then my birthday came... Yeah... So thanks for reading this chapter! Be sure to vote or comment your opinion.