Road trip to Nowhere

Chapter 1: The Decision

Andy's Pov

I wake up with a pounding headache, Oh God not another one, I hate this, I hate having to wake up like this. I finally find the strength to get up and instantly regret it. Pain shoots from my head.

"Oh you motherfucker" I groan. It's then in that moment when I realize that I'm on the floor with pieces of broken glass and the smell of alcohol surrounding me. What the hell happened last night, I think to myself, even though I already know the answer. Dad came home drunk again and then we had an argument, like usual. Except it seems that this time Dad decided to cut it short by hitting me over the head with a beer bottle. Which means I'm probably bleeding, and sure enough when I touch my fingers to my head I feel the dried blood on my scalp and in my hair. Great, just a fucking great way to start the morning. I stand up and walk around the shards of glass as I make my way to my bathroom.

I walk into the bathroom and turn on the water. I look at my reflection in the mirror, my dirty blond hair is stained slightly pink on one side due to the blood. I look at my eyes, the deep blue color staring back at me. I love my eyes, I love how much of a deep blue they are, to where it's almost purple. It reminds me of my mom, my eyes are the only thing that I shared with her. I remember when she was in the sunlight how they would change from blue to green, and how when she laughed or smiled they crinkled at the sides. I miss her so much, she made me a better person, hell when she was alive she made Dad a better dad. But now she's gone, and I'm stuck here with a jack-ass who's drunk half the time and asleep the other half. I guess the saying's right, good things really don't last.

When I'm done with my shower, I walk back into my room and look at the mess, the scent of the beer hits my nose and I gag slightly. Maybe if I was a normal teenager with normal parents that were both alive I'd like alcohol, maybe even drink it too. But I'm not, so as I clean it off of my room floor, I try my best not to throw up. After cleaning up the beer, I sweep up the glass. As I'm about to dump the glass out of the dustpan into the kitchen trash can, I see something fluffy material in the garbage. I pick it up and it's stuffing, like the kind you use to sew to make blankets or pillows. Confused, I search through the can some more and find a piece of fabric. Oh no. Not just any piece of fabric, it's a corner piece of the quilt my mom gave me, actually, no scratch that, it's the corner piece of the LAST thing my mom gave me. I instantly panic.

Please let it be just the corner, Please let it be just the corner, I keep repeating that in my head, praying that if I say it enough it'll come true. I start digging deeper into the trash can and inside there is more stuffing and fabric.

"No." I say as tears fill my eyes. "No." How the hell could this happen? Suddenly anger builds up in me and I hit the cabinet with all my strength. I hit it so hard that something that was on the counter fell off with a clang. I look and it's a pair of scissors, with a piece of fabric caught in between the blades. Suddenly I put two and two together and realized what happened. Him. Oh hell no. I storm out of the kitchen, not even bothering to pick up the trash that I left. I wipe the fallen tears from my face and go into my room. I grab my phone and text Carrie.

Me: Im fucking done

Carrie: wdym?

Me: im done with my dad i cant live here anymore carrie i have to go

Carrie: Go where?

Me: I dont know yet, just somewhere far away from here

Carrie: im going with you

Me: no carrie you have to stay, you have a good life here

Carrie: Youre funny if you think im letting you run away by yourself
Carrie: Amber says she's coming too