Hope: The Runaway

Come on, you know what a danger he is.

CHAPTER THREE.
June 5th, Afternoon
"Hope?" Lindsey said, holding my hand in her palm. "We... We can't do that, Hon. It... It..." She opened her mouth to say something else but she closed it.
"We need to get out. You saw what he did to me. Imagine what he could do to both of us." I said, releasing her hand and putting it in my lap.
She looked down at her lap and played with her hands. I made her look up at me. "Come on, you know what a danger he is." She brushed some of my brown hair behind my ear.
"You don't know how much I want to run away from him, but he's my only support. He acted better back then before-" she cringed.
"Before his brother committed suicide."
I gasped.
"He did?" I asked, bewildered of what she just said.
"Yeah," she said, moving closer to me in her chair and resting her hands on the kitchen counter. "They were real close. They always hung out in the garage and talked and laughed. He loved me back then and didn't act like such a maniac."
I shut my mouth and raised my eyebrows.
"I always thought he acted like such a maniac all his life."
No, I didn't say that, but I thought it.
"He was so sweet and caring, I didn't know one day he would turn."
I clinched to her as she told her story. She patted my back and played with my hair as she went on.
"The day before he heard about his brother committing suicide, he asked me to marry him. We had met just less than a year ago, and ever since he had been rushing things too fast." She looked down at me and frowned.
"I turned him down. I just thought it was too fast and he got mad." She looked at the fireplace across from us burning the wood in its flames.
"He chucked the ring in the river and looked at me with fire." I looked up at her. "Then, he walked away. He was my ride, so I had no choice but to follow him." She talked still looking at the fireplace. I pulled her to the sofa and watched the burning flames rise.
"Every time I looked at his clenched fists, it made my heart fill with worry."
"What happened next?" I said, looking at her.
"He turned around and looked at me and said, 'just get away from me. I need some time alone.'"
"That's crazy," I said, scooting closer to her. "Why would somebody do that to someone so nice as you?"
She smiled at my comment. "Thank you, Hope. Your so sweet. You know, your going to school in August. Are you excited?"
I rolled my eyes. "Excited? More like devastated." She laughed and hugged me. I felt her warm arms around me. I pulled away softly and looked at the microwave clock.
7:32 P.M.
I gulped. "Uhm, what time does he get home?" I said, looking around the room. "Hmm..." She looked at thee microwave clock. "That's odd. He usually returns by 6:45." I felt her heart against me beat faster. I would be scared, too, if my scary boyfriend was coming home late. Hey, just sayin'.
I heard the door unlock and Jimmy stepped in. He set down his wallet on the counter and plopped beside Lindsey on the couch.
"Hey, Lindsey?" He said, putting his arm around her uncomfortably.
"Yes, Jim?" "Can I talk to you?" He said, while he narrowed his eyes at me. What'd I do? I thought to myself. He led her to their room and shut the door. I heard a slight 'click' sound.
I got up and sat down beside the fire. I felt the warm heat touch my body. Then, I heard yelling. Jimmy's yelling. I heard Lindsey respond weakly, and then him yelling again. I heard soft sobs, then a scream.
Silence.
Oh, crap. That ain't good.
June 5th again, late at night
Alright, let me tell you what happened after that. I had to stop because I was writing, and then heard them fighting.
Anyway, I'll continue. By the way, I'm in the basement again. But I'll get to that part.
I dropped my journal and ran to their door. "Open up! Open up!" I yelled. I heard Lindsey softly sobbing, so I knew that wasn't good. "Lindsey! Lindsey!" Jimmy opened the door and looked at me with those same fired eyes Lindsey told me about.
"Run, Hope! Run!" Lindsey screamed at me. I gasped. She was sitting on the floor on her knees, rubbing her bruised arm. Her black eye made me really mad, especially after I saw a wooden ruler on the floor.
"Did you hit her with that?!?!" I said, pointing to the wooden ruler. "Shut up, little girl. You know I did. But you can't prove it because your a little-" I didn't hear the rest of what he said, because I had already tackled him to the floor and was punching him repeatedly, making his sorry-for-an-excuse face bleed and bruise.
After I had hit him in the stomach and face several times, he grabbed my arm in mid air and chucked me to the floor. He straddled me and started to punch me to death. Blood poured out of my nose, and I tried to fight him back.
He held one of my arms down, which limited me to fighting back ALOT, so I had one bruised arm to punch his stomach weakly with. "Stop, Jimmy! Stop!" Lindsey screamed at him, trying to tug him off. "Back off!" He yelled, still punching me. Lindsey finally got him off of me, and I think after that I blacked out because when I woke up I was laying down in the cold, dark basement. I touched my nose and winced. Man, he punches hard.
I think he knocked my nose out of place. There was a broken mirror down here somewhere, because I was trying to fix it the other night. I turned on the lamp and found the mirror surrounded by broken glass. I cleared the glass and bent down, looking at my nose. That jerk, I thought. It wasn't out of place or anything, but it sure was bruised, bad.
My nose had dry blood on it, my arm was bruised along with my stomach, and my head hurt really bad.
I don't think I've ever felt this bad in a long time. My right arm was bruised purple, and every time I touched it, It felt like I was being cut with knives.
I'm not really sure what time it is, but I know it's night because it's super cold, again.
I thought of a really great idea, since I haven't really taken a bath in like... What? Three days?
Anyway, there's a washer and dryer down here, so I decided to think use of it and wash my hair. I take a bottle of water and rinse it with the laundry soap. Only a little bit though, because that stuff is really strong.
Then, I shake it together and tada! I have my own shampoo. I turned the washer on 'soft rinse' and stuck my head in. I poured my homemade shampoo in my hair and washed like I was in the shower.
My hair still suds up though, that shampoo is really strong. Once I was done, I took a piece of cloth and dried my hair the best that I could and picked up my diary.
Crap! I called it my diary. I meant journal. I'm not calling this thing a stupid diary. Diaries are for girls.
My head felt better after I had washed it, so at least that's gone. You know, when I start school, I'm gona steal some kid's backpack and take off.
Oh, don't forget the money, either.
That stuff is essential.
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Heya! How's chapter three? Sorry it's a little short, but I couldn't really think of anything.
I'll start working on chapter four as soon as I CAN!!!
Thank you for understanding!
~Carley