"Stop! AHH!!!"
The screaming had been going on for about a half hour as I sat here in the dark corner of my bedroom, just listening. There was nothing I could do without making it worse.
I just got off the phone with the police department, and the first thing they told me to do was leave the house. My legs wouldn't cooperate though, so I stayed completely rooted to my spot. I couldn't leave, knowing what was happening to my own mother just behind the door that my eyes were currently glued to. But I also couldn't go out there. Phil had a gun; a huge, rather scary gun.
So I sat there, curled into a tight ball, with silent tears streaming down my face. The only thing that kept me in my current mind frame was the fact that the cops should be here any minute now. Phil would be arrested, and my mother and I would feel safe again; a feeling that I hadn't felt in months.
Then my entire world froze and collapsed.
BANG. BANG. BANG.
Complete silence followed these deafening shots, followed by pacing footsteps. I sat completely still for about three seconds, before I ran for my life. I grabbed my keys off the dresser and kicked out the screen to our apartment window, jumping into the dark. I was now eternally grateful that our apartment was situated on the first floor, a fact that I used to always dislike.
I ran to my truck at the corner of the block, tripping a few times do to my clumsiness, though no pain registered. The only thought in my mind was to get the hell away from there. Away from anywhere.
The truck started on the first try with a deafening roar. I threw it into drive and tore down the road. Just as I made it to the corner, the door of the apartment complex burst open, and through the mirror on my rusty truck I saw the murderous face of my step father, Phil. That face would now haunt me, every single time I closed my eyes.
At that point I turned my eyes to face the road and stopped looking back. I could here some sirens behind my, but my brain was too fuzzy to imagine what they could possibly be for.
After about a half an hour of driving, I found myself on a deserted road, blockaded by towering woods on both sides, but I kept on driving with no intention to stop. The only way I would is if something made me. And make me it did.
Out of the blue a man seemed to suddenly appear in the center of the road. For one second our eyes met, and I realized he wasn't a man. He was an angel. A beautiful, bronze haired, pale, and for some reason, very confused looking, angel.
And then in the next second, my entire world went black at the sound of metal crunching against rock. The last thing I remember before my head collided with the steering wheel and I drifted off into unconsciousness was the face of that beautiful, confused angel.
A/N: In complete writers block for my story Look After You, I decided to post the beginnings to a story tat has been floating around in my head for a couple months. Comments? Suggestions? Should I continue it?