The Runaways

Goodbye

I wake up and stretch feeling exhausted from getting about an hour of sleep due to the yelling downstairs,my parents seem to always be fighting every time I see them and it goes on for hours..
"How do they fight every night for hours and hours.." 
"It's just insane!" I say to myself a bit too loud 
Janice whines a little and turns over to look at me
"Please shut up.." She says as she rubs her eyes
I sigh annoyed as I get up and as she turns the other way I get on my knees and quickly begin packing things into my Filson wide loose backpack such as books,snacks,drinks,clothes,pencils,notebooks,and a few posters. I hear footsteps and I quickly shove the backpack into the closet and pretend to be looking through my clothes, the door opens quickly almost hitting the wall.
"Jancie! Laney! Come down and get breakfast it's gonna get cold." my mom whines
"We'll be down in a second mom." 
She leaves and I quickly bend down and continue putting more things i'll need in my backpack
"What are you doing?"
I jump and look behind me seeing my sister tower over me curious as to what i'm doing.
"Ah! Just packing for school!"
"You need spare clothes in your backpack?"
"Just in case I get my period.." I say nervously 
"and posters?"
"G-Giving it to my friend..AS A GIFT."
"Ok but what about the shoe-"
We hear something break downstairs,we look at each other and my sister bolts out of our room and downstairs leaving the door wide open. I take this opportunity to finish packing but when i'm about to put it back into the closet I spot our family photo out of the corner of my eye wondering if I should take it, I snatch it off the side table and slide it into my bag finally finishing packing.
"I have to be quick or else I won't get the opportunity to talk about it."
I was planning to talk about the issues that are going on in the house to my parents and Janice during breakfast but if i'm leaving today I might as well be clean when I do it, I hop in the shower quickly and brush my hair putting it up in a bun then putting on fresh clean clothes and before I leave I stop and look at myself in the mirror realizing this is the last time i'm going to be seeing this bathroom and room. I look at myself and smile..
"Perfect."

I grab my backpack and run downstairs and I toss it near the front door as I enter the kitchen.
"Hi guys."
I spot a broken bowl on the floor realizing that's what that sound was, I see my dad though I'm surprised since my dad is usually never at the table eating with everyone else.
"Soooo how's everyone's morning so far?"
They ignore me as usual..this is something I won't miss for sure.
"Ah not good i'm guessi-"
"Laney please be quiet! My head is hurting and I don't need you making it worse with your goody two shoes act."
My smile fades away a little and I sit down at the table eating my cold blueberry pancakes.
"Hey um can I just sa-"
"LANEY I TOLD YOU SH-"
"MOM JUST LET ME FUCKING TALK."
Everyone goes silent and stares at me in shock considering I would ever back talk to her
"As I was saying lets see what should I say first..Oh yes! Dad I just wanted to tell you that you've been a horrible father for the 15 years i've lived here and you've done such bad things i feel disappointed actually calling you my dad. Now mom..or should I say Linda now I hate how you get so pressed over little things like if I accidentally drop something you flip out like what is that gonna teach me? MISTAKES GET MADE. GROW UP."
Janice snickers in shock as I continue my speech though my father gets up slowly gripping his butter knife
"Oh and you guys are ALWAYS fighting like how are you guys so against each other ALL THE TIME like it just doesn't make sen-"
My dad slaps me and I fall to the tile floor feeling the stinging on my cheek
"NEVER talk to us like that again young lady. YOU HEAR ME!" He roars 
I stand up shaking about to burst into tears and I see him slowly raising the knife up above him as if he's about to cut me though he's probably trying to scare me, I get up quickly holding back his arm as he attempts to swing at me..he wasn't joking. I notice the beer bottle on the table and realize he's drunk and I become more frighted because when he's drunk he'll do some crazy shit!
"He's not afraid to stab me..I-I gotta get the fuck outta here!" I think 
He knocks me into the pantry door and the doorknob hits directly on my spine making me jump trying to move out of the way of it then I see my father approaching me once more and he swings the knife at me slightly cutting my cheek.
"S-Shit! You asshole!" I scream
As this is going down my mother grabs Janice and runs into the living room hiding Janice behind a chair but she notices the backpack by the front door realizing what i'm doing, she runs to the front door blocking it making sure I can't escape.
I wipe the blood from my cheek and see the box of cereal on the kitchen table, I grab it and pour all the cereal onto the floor.
"You really think cereal is gonna stop me?" He begins laughs hysterically making him become weak
As he walks over to me laughing he slips and falls on his back crushing all the cereal on the floor.
I walk over him and run out of the kitchen and towards the front door but my mom is blocking it
"where do you think you're going?"
She grabs my arm thinking I can't get away but I grab my backpack and I swing the bag at her which hits her arm making her let go, I try to think of another way out then I see the garage door.
"This is the only chance I have" I think
I run into the garage quickly knocking over a shelf in front of the door.  I press the button to open the garage door and it starts going up very slowly
"No no no! Hurry up!" 
I hear the front door open and realize my mom is waiting outside then I hear the sound of a key!
I turn around and see my dad managed to open the door and he begins pushing on the shelf I knocked over,moving it like it's nothing. My heart stops beating and I see there's almost enough space to crawl under the door, I hear the shelf fall down and my dad runs at me and I quickly crawl under grabbing my backpack and I hop on my bike which was conveniently on the sidewalk. Then I hear the garage door being forced open and my dad stands there angrily, he orders my mom to go get me while I swing my backpack on and put my feet on the pedals but as soon as she got over to me I've already started pedaling away!
"God Dammit!" He yells 
He looks around and sees his toolbox and quickly pulls out a few tools
As i'm riding away I see a few tools fly by my head and see he's throwing them at me! 
"Is he fucking mental!?"I think
He strikes my arm with a sharp pair of pliers cutting my shoulder then throws a wrench hitting my hip, I turn around thinking hes done then he throws a screwdriver at my chest making me fall over onto the ground then he takes this chance to come get me.
"Shit Shit he's coming over here!" 
As he's about to walk across the street a couple cars speed by and I quickly get back on my bike and ride off while he waits for the cars to pass but once they're gone i'm gone as well,as i'm riding off I hear him yelling.
"FINE GO FUCK YOURSELF! WE DIDN'T NEED YOU ANYWAYS"
I never saw my family again after that..
As I was going down the path I looked behind me once more hoping they weren't coming after me and I guess they just gave up..CRACK
I rode over a sharp rock which caused my tire to start going flat then I crashed right into a tree falling to the ground and hitting my head on the same rock knocking me out.
To be continued...
(Sorry if I spelled some things wrong or my grammar is off I tried my best :) | Word count-1443)