Chapter 1- Blood and Payphones
How was I supposed to show up on my mother's doorstep like this? My hair hadn't been brushed in who knows how long, my sleeve had a huge tear through it, and me, and all of my clothes, were caked with blood. I would have to call my best friend, Alyssa Westhoven, and ask for a good shower and a new outfit. I had run away from home about two or three months ago in search for my biological father that had left us when I was a baby. Well, all I can say is that sure enough I found him.
But he turned out to be a psycho, so I killed him. It's a long story, and I just only told you not even one fifth of it all. Right at that current point, where I was in pretty bad condition, I was walking off the edge of a highway, trying to get back home the way that I had left. But first, I really needed to use a payphone. Thankfully, I was back in the city where my mother's house, and Alyssa's house were located.
I went to the gas station near Alyssa's house, where they had a payphone. When I got up to it, the truth struck me. The machine took 75 cents, and I'm positive that I didn't have a single penny in either of my pockets, considering all of the hell on Earth that I had endured these last couple of days. I had a slight idea, but I wasn't about to end up in jail again, especially not over a mere three quarters. But I had to do something.
I spent the next two hours looking for enough change to equal 75 cents. My pockets were full of pennies, nickels, and a few dimes. I ran over back to the payphone and inserted my wide variety of pocket change. Then, I quickly dialed Alyssa's number from memory, and jumped behind the bushes so I wouldn't be standing in public covered in blood, which was just about completely dry. I began to tap my fingers in a rythmic fashion on my damp jeans leg as I waited to be connected.
"Hello?", Alyssa answered, confused by the unknown number. "Hey,", I answered, "Alyssa, it's Summer.". There was a two seconds of silence before she began freaking out. "Oh my god, Summer! Where the hell where you?". "Uh, it's a very long story, I'll explain later. I'm at the gas station by your house, can you come pick me up?", I asked her.
"Yeah sure.", she replied. "Alyssa, there's one thing. You're going to have to sneak me in because I'm covered in blood." Right after I said that, she began screaming at me. After about three minutes I got her to calm down. When she did, she told me that her parents were out of town for the next two weeks, so she had the house to herself, and that it wouldn't be a problem at all. I knew that my five minutes were almost up, so I quickly told her that I was hiding behind the huge shrub near the payphone, and that I'd see her in a couple of minutes.
After that I hurriedly hung up the receiver and darted back behind the shrub. I waited for about six minutes, and she wasn't there yet. I wasn't worried, because I know Alyssa. And I know that she wouldn't walk in her own backyard without her hair fixed, and at least a little makeup. Usually, I wouldn't mind it at all, but right then it kind of pissed me off.
I mean, my hair was horrendous, all of my makeup was worn off, I was covered in blood, while she was at home primping up to see me. Whatever, it didn't really matter anyways. The main thing was that I was extremely lucky to be alive. Finally, I could hear the roar of her Mustang about one block away. I could hear her eventually pull up right next to the payphone; I took a deep breath for I had no idea what her reaction would be. Then, after she shut off the engine, I stood up to face my best friend that I hadn't seen in months while I was covered in blood.