Heal Me

Chapter 3

I swallow as I slowly get out of the chair, not bothering to x out of the browser. He's mad. I can tell on his face he's furious... and drunk. 

"How many times do I have to tell you, you stupid girl!" He seethes, as he starts walking towards me. 

"Dad, I-" Before I can say a word he back hand slaps me into the wall. My vision turns fuzzy as I try to stand up right. Another bruise I have to hide with my Mom's makeup. I don't look up at his deranged eyes. I instead run to my room, closing and locking the door behind me. I gasp as I hear him banging on the other side, yelling to let him in now. I gradually walk to my bed, sitting in a applecross as I try to keep the tears at bay. I'm not going to cry again... but it wasn't always like this. 

He used to be the one who would bring home treats from his job, hugging me and kissing me goodnight. But after he got fired, he changed. He found a job but it isn't as good as his old one, putting us all in financial trouble. The stress had got to him so he turned to his new best friend, alcohol. 

I shake my head slowly as I try to breath out, focusing on the tranquil colors of my room. Baby blue and pastel purple is what I painted it. It's more or less my safe space if you don't count the computer. I think he just... hates seeing me now. He never gave a reason why, but I always blame myself. 

After a few minutes of the intense banging, he finally stops followed with heavy footsteps that lead to the living room couch. I knew he would be there all evening so I decided to get comfortable in my safe space. At least here, no one can hurt me, or leave me by dying... 

My mind thinks back to Ms. Foecher, how she would bake me cookies and call me pretty. I would tell her all about my school bullies and she would always say,

"If I was still your age, I would've went to that school and kick those bitches ass!" I would always laugh. She was a rain sunshine in my cloudy life. She also was the influence for my writing. She'd tell me all the wonders of words and how sentences can glue together to make harmonic art. She really was something.

I feel lonely as I pull myself to the only window in my room looking out to her house. I was expecting to see nothing but boxes but my eyes widen when I see two people, a woman and... 

A guy. They're standing on the grass of the yard, picking up boxes one at a time. The woman is tall with dark black hair matching the male's. She's also very beautiful, with a skinny waist and a pleasant smile. I've never seen them in our neighborhood before. I turn my attention to the teenage male. 

He is... handsome. Like Dillan in my story handsome. He had dark hair with defined facial features and he's wearing a leather jacket with a crimson shirt underneath and blue jeans with dark sneakers. I've never seen such a guy in my life, only in movies and books on FreeWrite. He looked to be my age... but then i remembered. If he saw me in my clothes and where I lived , he'd probably bully me like the rest of the kids in our town: Nashville. 

He'd become my enemy, like everyone else. That's just my life. I try to bury the feeling of sadness as I watch them continue moving the excessive amount of boxes from the yard into the house until the teen stops in his tracks. I don't know why for a second until his head shoots up to my window...

My heart pounds in my chest as I duck. Did he see me? I swallow hard, not knowing when to try and look again. 

I take a few moments before i gradually pop my head back to my window, and I sigh drastically when i see they're gone. They must've went back into the house. Hopefully he didn't see me. I don't need to give him a reason to already be freaked out by me, even though I think the mere look of me in public would do just that. 

I rest my head against my windowsill as the adrenaline in my body starts to die down and be replaced by fatigue. I didn't know Ms. Foecher's house would be sold off so early, as if she was a distant trivial memory. I will never forget her... I yawn softly as my vision starts to blur. I let sleep overtake me since I don't have anything else to do. Our teacher didn't assign homework today so I thought I'd take the entire evening before Dad came home to write my story... it didn't go as plan though. He came home early for some reason... I wonder why? 

Sleep comes bitterly sweet as I descend to a place where no one could hurt me. No one would ever try to take advantage of me or humiliate me. I'm just in a black void, absent of anyone but just myself. I just float there, not a care in the world, not even about school, my parents, the other teenagers, the rent, and the new kid next door...

His face suddenly pulls up in the darkness, watching me slowly with dark eyes. I'm confused as to why he's there since every dream I've had, its mostly by myself devoid of any other people. I watch him. I continue watching him until I hear a large ring. 

It got louder and louder until I opened my eyes. It was the next morning, 6:00 am exactly. I had slept through the afternoon to morning...