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Childhood Memories Chpt. 2
I heard music playing subconsciously. It was a soothing sweet melody and I wondered where it was coming from. Suddenly I came to and looked around the room from the floor. I guess I must’ve passed out or something… not that it really mattered. I was still stuck in that god forbidden room. It looks like they completely forgot about me by the looks of it. At least for now.
I got up and looked up at the window that was still open. It was pretty chilly outside at the moment, but it felt nice. What I really needed was an ice pack or something, my head was throbbing from the stress of the day before. I straightened my hair and looked back at the door, almost knowing that dad had put the lock on it so I couldn’t get out. I think mom left it unlocked before, not that I knew why. I walked back over to the chair and limped back up onto it to look outside. I sighed, leaning on the windowsill with my arms.
Oh how I wished to be out there right now, free from all this crap. I stared off into the distance, unaware of the presence below the window. When I heard her speak it caught me off guard and I almost fell back off the chair to knock myself out again. “Wha--,” I was interrupted before I hardly got the question out. “Hey, hey, you’re that boy. The one the neighbors talk about!” she said enthusiastically, like being ‘that boy’ was an amazing thing. “I heard you screaming yesterday. Your parents beat you!” she said quickly in a hyper way. I couldn’t find anything to say to her. I’m glad everyone in the damn neighborhood knew I was being beaten by my parents.
“I saw that man leave, what happened?” she asked, backing up so she could see me better. Usually I would have just not said anything and got out of the window, but for some reason her attitude pissed me off. “Leave me alone, it’s none of yer business,” I sneered back, only to make her more determined to pry the answer out of me. “Please, please tell me! I can keep a secret.” “What happened to ‘you’re the boy who the neighbors talk about!’?” I asked, folding my ears back at her. She looked dumbfounded, like I had asked her a serious math problem to calculate. “I’m sorry you get beat,” she suddenly said, not looking as hyper or happy. I was tempted to just get down and leave her to her happy self but I couldn’t.
This girl was willingly talking to me… well, she’d be the first and only person to be /able/ to do that, but still. I kind of wanted to be friends with her, but if my dad ever found out I was talking to one of the neighbors he’d flip and bring grandpa back here. I couldn’t risk it. “I’m sorry I can’t talk to you, I’ll get in trouble,” I said quickly, thinking about how stupid I was to even say I’d get into trouble. “I’ll make sure yer parents don’t find out!” she said like she knew everything.
I didn’t chance it and quickly got down out of the chair and moved it back into place, going over to my bed and hopping on it. I sighed some before I wrapped myself up completely in the blankets, laying down. I hoped I just looked like a bundle of messed up sheets so my dad would come in and leave because he was stupid and didn’t see me.
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Ray jumped when he heard the lock on the door quickly jerk and the door come open. And it was indeed his dad. He stormed in and grabbed at the blankets, ripping them off the boy and throwing them across the room. The first thing to come to mind was ‘did he hear me talking to that girl?’ and the second thing was ‘did he hurt her?!’, but he didn’t get a chance to jump off the bed and sprint out the door before his dad grabbed him and threw him at the wall. As soon as Ray hit it he jumped up and looked up at the looming figure infront of him, who was getting more pissed every time Ray took in a breath. He put his back to the wall, quickly looking to the open door. Suddenly he heard the girls voice from outside, “RUN!” She screamed and he heard her running off to lord knows where, but where did he have to go?
He didn’t wait another moment to find out though. Once he heard her yell he dashed for the door, dodging his dad when he jumped for him. He ran out the door into the hall, through the dining room and through the kitchen, into the living room, where his mom was on the couch, but he didn’t stop at the door like he usually would have. He fumbled with the lock and his mom hopped over the couch to tackle him, but he got it unlocked and open just in time to fall out the door. He stumbled up quickly and bounded off, running as fast as his little legs could carry him.
He didn’t stop running for a long time. By now he was a long way from his neighborhood, and better yet, he ran into some woods. He didn’t know where he was and he didn’t know how to get out of there if he needed to. He only ceased to move when he clipped his leg on a log and scraped it all the way down his shin. He just layed there not moving, but whimpering as he finally looked around, ears perked and mind racing. He slowly got up, hardly putting any weight on his now burning and stinging leg, looking around the area. Any small sound made him jump.
He listened closely for any sound to make sure he didn’t hear his father or anyone coming after him. He walked on for a while and stopped to sit down on a tree that had fallen over, hugging himself to warm himself up.
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