Hiding

Run!

"I think this is far enough"

I tell Kendall as we approach my street

"Which one is your house?" he asks

"The old beaten down one towards the end right there."

I point to my embarrassing house I call home

"I'll just walk you there."

He continues walking

"No!" I grab his wrist

"Why not?

it's not like we're gonna die for walking to your house."

"It's just not a good idea okay?"

I hope he doesn't force me to walk home with him. That would be disastrous if mark was home.

"Not okay."

He says then takes off running towards my house

"Race you!"

he yells back towards me.

What the hell! He was right this isn't okay. I reluctantly start running hoping that if I beat him there and go straight in mark would think it's just some random kid. I was right behind him, I hate running even though I'm pretty good at it. Running right beside him my ribs begin to hurt from my heavy breathing. Not to mention they hadn't fully healed from marks last attack.

Tears began to fall from my face as the ache got worse and turned to a sharp pain like a knife slowly being pried between each one of my ribs.

"Hey are you alright."

I hear Kendall's voice next to me. I hadn't noticed I stopped running and Kendall must of noticed and stopped to. I stood grabbing my side staring at the ground.

"Sky?"

Kendall repeated. We were outside my neighbors house, we almost made it.

I took a deep breathe to try to get the pain to go away but that made it worse and I fell to my knees. I still had Kendall's sweatshirt on, it smelled amazing.

"Skylar!" Kendall rushed to my side.

"I'm okay." I managed to say

"No you're not."

He says then picks me up. He carried me the rest of the way to my house and when I asked him to just sit me on the porch he didn't listen. He never does.

He walked straight into my house which didn't have a working lock on it. He made his way straight to the couch that was visible from the door way and laid me on it.

"Thank you but you should go now." I tell him. He really shouldn't of done this. He's seen my shitty house and I thought I heard mark in the bathroom flushing the toilet. Being him he shook his head no and say beside me.

"No you need to go." I say again

"Fine. If you wanna get rid of me so bad then I'll go." He stood up and headed for the door

"Sorry." I said quietly hoping he heard me

"See you Monday." He turned to say before exiting my house. He sadly didn't make it that far. Not before mark came barreling out of the restroom.

"Who the hell are you?" mark asks not yelling which is unusual. Kendall turned back around to answer him with a warming smile on his face.

"Hi sir, I'm Kendall."

"Get the hell out of my fucking house." Mark demanded and Kendall didn't say anything but frowned and left.

"What the fuck! why are you on my damn couch you little shit!?" now he starts to yell. I jumped up as fast as I could.

"And who in hell was that boy?" He once more yelled at me

"He was my friend. I got hurt and he brought me home." I say much quieter than I intended to. He walks towards me and I know what is coming when he is only a half a foot away I can already smell the alcohol on him. He smacked me making me tumble and hit my head on the coffee table. I didn't get knocked out thank god but I did just lay there a few moments. That was a mistake. He kicked my stomach hard enough to make me throw up on his shoe. Great. Now he's more pissed.

"You disgusting rat!" he screams. He'll never stop now. I lost count of the times he's kicked me. He grabs my arm and rips me off the floor then flings me over his shoulder. All I feel is pain. It's everywhere.

"See if you leave the house again."

He said and takes me to the closet throws me down and shuts the door. I hear the door lock and everything was black. I close my eyes and cry myself to sleep.

When I wake up all I see is what little light that comes beneath the door. I thought about my mom. I haven't seen her since Wednesday now that I think about it. I was use to her disappearing for a day but she would always be around the next day. I say up my whole body hurt but especially my arm. I was using it to shield my ribs, I think it might be broke or fractured. I stumble to my feet and wiggle the door knob. It's still locked.

"Help" I banged on the door.

"Shut up!" I heard mark yell back at me. Shouldn't he be out somewhere? Oh yeah it's Saturday. Great.

"Let me out!" I scream. I suddenly feel courageous enough to fight back. I hear his boots stomp towards the closet door. He always wears them. The door flys open and I try to to push my way past him. He has other Ideas.

"Be quiet bitch!" he grabbed my neck and pinned me to the wall. I managed to kick him and got exactly the right place. As he was doubled over in pain I jumped from the floor and ran. I ran straight out the door not knowing where I would go but I couldn't handle this anymore. I had to get away.