3months later
I think I've been stuck down in this stupid basement for three months. At least that's what I counted. I have no idea what the day is. But, I'm so ready to get out of here.
Derrick comes down the stairs with my dinner. Looks like Pizza again. No matter how much I beg for him to let me cook me and him something it falls on deaf ears. I know on the days he orders pizza are the days he's super drunk.
By the way to wobbling over to me, I'm guessing 3 sheets to the wind.
He slams my food down on my little tray.
"Here!" is all he says to me, very slurred.
"Thanks" I say with disdain. I'm never eating pizza again after this.
"Be lucky I even feed you. Now EAT!" He yells.
He stumbles up the stairs, falling flat on his face. It's taking everything in me not to laugh at him. He looks back at me and I quickly turn away.
He gets out the door and I didn't hear it lock.
Oh, god please tell me he forgot to lock it.
I wait maybe an hour before I go check the door. He was pretty drunk, so I'm hoping he's passed out already.
I grab my shoes and a couple of other things and put them in my bag. I don't want to take much to hold me down. Just enough clothes to get me by. Plus, I don't have much that fits anymore.
I walk up the stairs and I'm in luck, the door is open. I open it slowly and hear the TV on. Sounds like some ESPN crap. I tip toe and try to remember where the front door was. I spot it and also Derrick sleeping on the couch as I enter the kitchen.
Someone up there does love me.
I then spot Derrick's wallet next to a bunch of empty pizza boxes. I open it and pull out his old debit card. I'm pretty sure the pin is still my mom's birthday. I also take the 40 dollars he has in loose bills. I look over at Derrick again and notice he hasn't budged. I ever so quietly open the front door. I think the TV is loud enough so you can't really hear anything else.
I close the door and make a run for it. I don't pay attention to where I am. I don't care at the moment.
I just run.
I don't know how long I've been running for, I've passed endless of houses and street corners. I finally find this little mom and pop store. I rush in, and spot the ATM. I pull out 300 dollars once I find out the bastard actually has money in the account and thankful he never changed the pin.
