Leo~
The four-story building in front of me loomed over me, the rain pattering on the tall windows. I turned to see Noah's taillights fade away, and still I found myself staring at the empty road, wishing the car would come back.
Ping Ping Ping
Jesus, who– fuck.
Once I reached the doors and got inside, I safely opened my phone, and the face recognition opened my phone instantly. I click on the messages app. Six unread messages from two people.
Dad: You shouldn't have run, you know what happens when you make me look bad. I would've thought you'd learn by now, but maybe you like hurting your mother.
Dad: The consequences will be dire not only for you but your mother.
Dad: Listen to me, or your mother gets drugged and beaten, you know the drill.
Mom: Oh, honey, be careful what you do
Mom: Bad things happen when you run
Mom: I'm running this time. Take care of your sister. I love you.
Shit! Shit! Shit!
I ran up two flights of stairs to my dorm. For a second, I just stood there and stared at the door.
Number 258. 258. 258. The three little numbers swirl in my mind as my thoughts swam.
I stared at the numbers as if they were a lifeline. My hand trembled as I reached for the door handle. My dad hates me, my mom is leaving me because of him, and I have to somehow save my sister.
I'm royally fucked.
I just about busted my door down in my fury, and I headed straight for my punching bag to let off steam. My knuckles slammed into the bag with brutal force.
Once. twice. Three times. I need to figure something out. Anything. My sister could be next. My mother could be caught, and her punishment will be worse if she is. My dad loves torturing me, and he needs to be taken care of, but I don't have proof of his crimes yet.
Fuck! I don't know what the fuck to do.
I keep punching the bag until my skin is raw and my knuckles are bleeding. Panting, I slump against the wall hopelessly. Noah is at the forefront of my mind. His kind smile, soft, gentle hands, and bright future. So unlike me.