Save Me

Chapter Six: The NMHO

*ARIA'S POV*

"I'm so sick and tired of you being around here" I was sitting in the couch watching some Smosh, while Patrick was going wild, wrecking everything that was in his sight. I had learned to shut up and not react, Hanna had told me that was best.

But even though I really appreciated Hanna's awesome advice, it wasn't working. Not even the slightest bit. He had been going this mental for at least thirty minutes.

"Answer me, you little bitch!" His suddenly really close voice ringed through my ears. I covered my ears and flinched. Looking down in my lap, I tried my best to keep calm. Then his hand reached out to me  and grabbed my hair. I tried to scream, but nothing but a whisper escaped. The pain was undescribeable.

I felt weak.

I felt worthless.

There was nothing I could do about it, I had no power. And that thought scared me more than anything in the world.

"If you ever dare to ignore me again, I swear to god!" he hissed, I shivered as his breath tickled my neck. I gagged in disgust. His hand finally released my hair.

He threw one of the empty beer bottles on the floor to my head, I ducked as fast as I could.

If I hadn't, I don't know what would've happened.

To my relief, he finally went to the front door. He took his coat and right before he stepped through the door, to the outside, he turned around. "You're disgusting"

His words didn't even get to me anymore. In this house, words like that were like a "goodmorning" or a "see you later" in normal families.

Normal.

Am I normal? Is this life a normal life? It couldn't be. I couldn't live like this until the day I'm old enough to leave this place forever. I can't. I'm not strong enough. I need my mom. Where's my mom.

There's a hole in my heart where she used to be. And the fact that I can't fill ithat quickly growing hole, frightened me. I didn't think anyone could fill it. There it was. I was broken.

And no one could fix me.

I had to get out of here. Just for a bit, that wouldn't hurt anyone, would it. Even though I was really thinking about leaving for good, I decided against it, just because I knew I had no place to go.

So I decided to go for a run. I pulled out a running top, some leggings and put on my running shoes. I went out the door and was surprised when I realized I had memorized the route I used to follow. It had been such a long time. And my legs knew it too.

I wasn't far away from home, when I felt myself getting exhausted. The last time I worked out was ages ago. I couldn't even remember the last time I got out of the house to be productive. My mother used to sometimes join me when I went out to go for a run and if she didn't, she was home, cooking me a healthy meal.

All I ever did now, was be useless in my room, while some jerk constantly pointed out just how useless I was. As if I didn't know without him reminding me every second.

I fastened my pace as I tried to concentrate on other things. Try to list the things that are normal in your life.

Ezra.

Hanna.

My grades.

A pit grew in my stomach as Sean crossed my mind. He used to be something normal in my life. Something that could help me forget about this mess. But I blew it.

"Watch it," A deep voice angrily spoke as I bumped into a muscled chest. I hadn't watched the road in front of me, because I was so deep in thought. And I hadn't even seen anyone walking my direction.