Ben looked up at the full moon from his window, the dark of the night making the moon even more predominate, his eyes went from the moon to the ground outside, dark and bleak, but not incredibly hard to see. Moving his eyes from the outside to the glass of the window, he looked at his reflection the best he could. Ben could just barely make out the faint outline of an oncoming bruise on his cheek bone. Bringing his fingers up to touch the sensitive skin, he hissed out in pain when he brushed the tips of his fingers against the bruise.
Frowning heavily, Ben tiredly rubbed his eyes. His father struck him, as in he actually hit Ben right across the face. All because of a stupid ninety percent, that and he had the 'audacity', as his father put it, to speak up against his father's mad rants. This was the first time that his father hit him, and it was going to be the last.
Jumping off his bed, he made his way towards his closet and snatched the backpack out of it, the change hidden in the pocket rattled around, but he didn't care. Putting the bag on his bed, he walked over to his dresser and started to pull out some clothes. Unfortunately, not all of his clothes would fit in the bag, plus he had to leave room for other items. Breathing out heavily, he looked at some shirts and decided on just taking four. Folding them up neatly into the bag, Ben went back into his dresser and picked out two pairs of jeans, neatly stuffing them in the bag, Ben zipped up the backpack and walked back to his window.
Looking outside once more, he frowned, second story window, its gonna be a tricky jump but not an impossible one. Reaching up to unlatch the two hooks on his window, he paused when he heard someone knock at his door. Heart racing, Ben quickly stuffed the bag under his bed.
"Benny?" Christopher's voice on the other side of the door. Calming down at the sound of his brothers voice, Ben slowly stalked over to his door and brought his hand up to the smooth wood of the door. Licking his lips, he slowly turned around so his back was against the door. Ben slowly shut his eyes and sighed out. After a couple of seconds, Ben heard four knocks rasp away on the other side. "Benny...Please answer..." Christopher whispered on the other side.
Ben shut his eyes and slowly brought his hand to his head. He...He can't leave Christopher alone with their monster of a dad, but, he couldn't stay here, he just couldn't. If he stayed here he'd start going insane. Biting at his lip, Ben kept his eyes shut and rubbed them with the palm of his hands, thinking desperately on what he was going to do.
"Benny..."
"I'm so sorry..." Ben breathed out to his door, knowing that Christopher didn't hear him. He just couldn't stay here, was it selfish? Yes. Very. But he couldn't live here, he'd rather be free on the streets than locked up and forcefully controlled here. "I'll come back for you, I promise..."
Pulling himself off of the door, Ben never looked back as he put his bag over his shoulder and opened the window. Feeling the could December wind hit his face, he shuddered. He could hear Christopher knocking again on the door, never looking back. Benjamin hoisted himself up until his feet where just on the edge of the windowsill. Looking down once more at the two story jump, he licked his lips nervously, if he aimed this right, he should come out of this unharmed.
Breathing heavily, he steadied himself, licked his lips, shut his eyes, and jumped.
For a short moment, he felt weightless as he felt his body soar through the air. However, he literally came down. He landed on his feet, which might of been good if he hadn't of landed awkwardly on the side of his left foot. He felt pain shoot up through his left ankle as the rest of his body hit the ground. Ben almost screamed out in pain, but forced himself not to, he couldn't get caught. With shaky hands, he slowly pushed himself up.
Whimpering out, Ben rolled over and gently touched his left ankle. Biting his lip, he pulled himself up and tried to put some pressure on his ankle.
"Haaaa..." Ben breathed out in pain, bringing his foot back up. No, he couldn't put weight on it. He won't get far like this, he almost wanted to turn around and limp to the front door, but, he remembered his father, constantly yelling at him, calling him names, and then hitting him. No, he wasn't going to do that. He would have to manage. He started to limp towards his destination, it was definitely going to take him longer to get there than originally planned, and, he would have to stay away from the roads to avoid suspicion, but, maybe, just maybe, he could pull this off.
So, with his mind set, Ben awkwardly limped off towards his destination. Nothing was going to stop him now, not even a broken or sprained ankle.
