Downtown Boy

c h a p t e r 7

🎵Uptown girl🎵

-Billy joel

Sierra's pov:

He grabbed my wrist.

He grabbed it. Touched me.

He was going to drag me in the room.

Constantly hurt me.

Go on for hours and hours.

I needed to- I cou- I need air.

I couldn't breathe. The suffocation was killing me. My lungs felt like someone was sitting on them. A heavy weight that wasn't lifting off me no matter how hard I tried to push it.

My ears were ringing. I could only hear screams.

I wa- wanted it- it to stop.

No matter how hard I pressed my palms to my ears, the screams, the shouts, the yelling. All of it. It didn't go away.

I'm pathetic. 10 years and I'm still not over it.

'You're a disgrace! An embarrassment!'

'Nobody would want you.'

'Why the hell are you still here?'

'Desperate for attention.'

'Come on now bunny, be a good girl for me.'

I didn't want this. I wanted to be home. Somewhere that's home for me.

I didn't have a home. Nobody wants me. I'm already a burden staying here.

I needed- needed Leo.

Where was- where was my phone? I couldn't find it, where did i...?

I quickly crawled my way to the little wooden desk with flowers, that looked like Lacey had drawn, next to the bed. Yanking my bag that rested against the desk I started my search. Throwing everything out as I fished for my phone. My watery eyes blurred my vision and I wiped them away with my hand.

It wasn't there.

Where was it? I needed it right now. I wanted to talk to Leo.

Where'd I put it?

Choking on my sobs, taking deep breaths, I tried calming myself down.

'Be nice for me bunny'

"No! Get out of my fucking head!" I hurled the bag across the room with all my strength and cupped my head. 

Backing myself back to the wall, I slid down, bringing my knees to my chest and started pulling my hair, hitting my forehead, pinching myself.

I- it didn't h-help.

What did- what did Hunter do? Right, count to te-ten.

The knocks on the door weren't helping, they kept on interrupting my count.

"Sierra? Can you please open the door?" Sam pleads.

"No!" I shout quickly. Sounding mean was the least if my worries but the kid has been nothing but nice since I've practically barged in his house. I didn't need anyone to see me like this. "I- I mean, I'll be out in a second. Go- go do your homework."

I didn't hear anything for a few seconds, I assumed he'd left before I hear him say, "I'm sorry if I did anything wrong. I didn't mean to make you cry."

I wanted to squish his cheeks and tell him he did nothing wrong and that I should be the one apologizing, "It isn't your fault Sam, I'll be out. Just- I need a minute."