Not Alone

Chapter 2- Getting Out

You would think that hitting someone in the face would hurt them more than it hurt you. That was the whole point of hitting someone else. I was trying to hurt him. I certainly wasn't trying to hurt myself.

I couldn't speak for Dan. All I knew was that my hand throbbed in pain after hitting him. Wasn't it supposed to be the other way around? 

I stared at him for a moment, my eyes wide as I watched the blood stream down his jaw from his nose. His eyes went wide in shock as his hands flew up to his nose to try and stop the bleeding. I guess it looked like I did hurt him after all. 

"What the hell!" he yelled.

"What's all that noise?" Sharron asked as she walked out of the living room. 

"Oh my god, Dan," she ran to his side, then turned to glare at me. "What did you do?" she yelled. "What the hell did you do!" 

I panicked and looked back and forth between Dan and Sharron. If I told her what he did, would she come to my rescue? Would she kick him out, or call the cops? I realized that would never happen with all the illegal stuff that was around the house.

"Dan!" Sharron gasped when she saw the blood he was trying to stop with his hands. She turned to me, glaring, and pointed at the door. "Get out of my house!" She yelled.

My eyes teared up at her words and I ran back to my bedroom to grab my two bags. I picked them up and ran towards the door. Sharron wasn't going to help me, and she didn't want me here anymore either. I knew I couldn't stay after this.

I ran outside and slammed the door shut behind me. I didn't have a plan and I didn't know where I was going, but I was leaving here.

I ran out into the night and realized I didn't even know what time it was. My breathing came out in short bursts. I just needed to get as far away from that house as possible. 

I finally made it to a park that was close by and sat down on a bench. I dropped my bags to the ground and tried to get my breathing under control and stay calm. I had just lost most of my money, and I couldn't stop thinking of how Sharron had so easily kicked me out after the man she brought into her house put his hands on me without my permission. I realized she had probably wanted me gone for a while now, and this was just her excuse. She would probably regret it once she realized that she would no longer have me to buy some food for her or steal from, but those weren't the reasons I wanted her to regret it.

The adrenaline was fading away and I started to notice pain in my right hand. I looked down and noticed that my hands were shaking. I raised my right hand in front of me to see that it was bruised and some of my knuckles were split open and bleeding. I tried to bend my hand and pain shot through my fingers and wrist. 

I unzipped my duffle bag and grabbed my least favourite t-shirt. I used the shirt to wrap my hand up tightly. Then, I grabbed a sweater and my sweatpants and pulled them over my clothes to get warm. I laid down on the bench and curled into a ball, holding my knees close to my chest as my hand and head throbbed with pain.

Tears started to form in my eyes and fall down my cheeks and onto the park bench. I hated this feeling. I hated feeling weak and scared. I vowed that I would never go back to that house. But what did that leave me with? I had nowhere to go. 

Fall was approaching and the nights were starting to get colder, which sucked for me since I was currently spending the night outside. Even with these warmer clothes on, I was still cold. And I was tired. I was so tired, yet I couldn't sleep no matter how much I wanted to. All I wanted was to shut it all off so I could momentarily forget. My bones felt like ice, and I felt slightly dizzy.