Chapter4: Return to Leave
By: Akira006
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I woke up the next morning and actually had a good morning. I changed out of my pajamas into some clothes and went into the kitchen to enjoy a nice breakfast with Catherine and Trowa. It was after breakfast that my day was ruined.
"When are you both planning to go to your house?" Catherine asked while we were all sipping our coffee. I nearly choked at being reminded but set my cup back on the table and thought for a while.
"I dunno," I replied with a shrug. I looked at Trowa. "Whenever, I guess."
"How 'bout this afternoon?" Trowa suggested.
"Alright," I replied. The conversation turned to other matters, but I really wasn't paying attention. I was as scared as before. I couldn't get out of this without telling the whole truth, and I'd rather risk going back than telling.
So that afternoon, as planned, I followed Trowa outside. I lived downtown so we were going to have to drive there. I followed Trowa who led me to the small garage and pulled open the door. Inside was a motorcycle. I looked around to see if there wasn't a car somewhere. Of course there wasn't, and Trowa had already pulled the bike out. I was terrified of motorcycles; my friend was killed on one!
Trowa had gotten on and had his helmet on. He held out one for me while asking, "Front or back?"
I took the helmet and fiddled with it nervously. "Um, Trowa . . . I kinda have this little-big fear of motorcycles." He just looked at me for a while. I guess he was thinking or something like that.
"Then you should be in front," Trowa finally said after a while. I stood there and stared at him in disbelief. He extended his hand after what seemed like forever, and I took it a little shakily.
I wanted to die so badly right this very moment. I was having to ride a machine that I had been afraid of what seemed my whole life plus I had to go back to the fires of hell! This was the worst day in my whole life wether my life be over or not.
Trowa pulled me over, and he sat me down in front of him, putting on my helmet for me. He put my hands on the metal handlebars and kicked up the kick-stand. We were off. I pushed myself back against Trowa and closed my eyes, but curiosity got the better of me and I opened my eyes. It wasn't too bad. After a while, I got used to it and was more comfortable with the whole concept of riding on this death-machine.
Every time we stopped, I would give Trowa the directions on how to get to my house. We were driving down my street and my heart was in my throat, choking the life from me already. The car wasn't in front of my apartment! Thank God!
"Right there," I said and pointed at the broken down apartment building. We stopped in front and got off. I looked back to see Trowa setting the helmets down on the bike. "Um . . . you might not want to leave those, if you know what I mean," I said, partially embarrassed at how bad my neighborhood was. He nodded and put them under his arm. I led him up to the door of one-story apartment. I tried the door, and it wasn't locked as usual.
"Mom . . . Dad," I called out into the dark house. There wasn't any answer so I flipped on the lights. They didn't turn on. I closed my eyes, wishing it wasn't true. My parents probably forgot to pay the electric bill. "Must be dead," I commented to Trowa to save myself. He didn't say or do anything.
I led him down the hallway to my old bedroom. It was in horrible shape so I thought up another lie, "I was starting to re-decorate it but never finished." He simply lifted an eyebrow as though in question. I laughed nervously. 'Time, time!' My mind hurried me. "Stay here," I told Trowa while I ran down the hall and pulled a suitcase out of the closet. I ran back to my room where I began to open drawers and get out my clothes, trying to hurry and pick out the ones in the best shape at the same time. I grabbed a pair of shoes or two and threw those in too. I was slowly checking off everything in my mind. 'Bra . . . panties . . . shirts . . . shorts . . . pants . . . pajamas . . . shoes.' What else was there I wanted to take?
I looked about the room to see what else was left. Oh yeah! I got on my knees and lifted up my mattress, pulling out a shabby old book which served as my journal. I would never leave that for them to find. I also grabbed some jewelry that I wanted to keep. I grabbed some CD's and books that I treasured since they were the few I had. I may just get out of here in time. I made another look over everything. I had few things in my room so there really wasn't a lot for me to take.
"Let's go," I said to Trowa who took my suitcase from me and carried it for me. We were out safe! Maybe this wouldn't be as bad as I thought. We walked out of the apartment and back over to the bike. Trowa got on, and I was soon to follow.
"WILLOW!!"
I stopped frozen. No . . .
"Willow, what the hell are you doing?!" I turned around to face my father, red in the face with rage and obviously drunk again. I couldn't move. My mother was behind him doing nothing at all like she always did. She always left me to face my father by myself. My father was already over to me, and I certainly didn't miss the death in his eyes. I looked up helplessly as he raised his arm and waited with my eyes closed for the pain to hit my face hard, but it never came.
Cautiously, I opened one eye at a time and saw Trowa before me, protecting me. "Son of a bitch," My father cursed before smiling. "So the little whore has found a bastard huh?" He laughed loudly. "This who you ran off to?"
I stayed silent. My tongue was caught. My father frowned, "Speak!" He made a move to get to me, but Trowa stopped him again. "Out of the way!" My father commanded while throwing a punch at Trowa. Trowa dodged it with ease and pushed me back away from the fight. I watched in horror as my father kept throwing punches, and Trowa kept dodging them with ease.
"Stop!" I screamed, but they didn't. I saw my mother in the back, looking as horrified as I was. My eyes turned ice cold. She never did anything . . .
My father fell to the ground holding his stomach. Trowa had finished it with a kick in the gut. He looked up at me with an emotionless face, but my attention was on my father on the ground. I shouted, "I'm leaving!" Trowa understood that was our cue to leave and was already on the bike again. I sat in front like before, holding my suitcase in my arms, and we sped off.
I didn't want to imagine what Trowa was thinking. I hadn't lied. I just never told the whole truth, and now he knows. He's found out in the worst way possible. I felt fat tears roll down my cheeks. I didn't bother holding them back anymore. I deserved to cry. I've gone through hell and back. I've had to live in fear of my own father every day of my life! I've wanted to die so many times.
Then new thoughts entered my mind. I was free. I was away. I was going to live! This caused me to cry even more, but my tears were no longer ones of pain and suffering but ones of happiness. I was finally safe forever. I wanted to live now. I wasn't afraid anymore. I was crying so hard my body was shaking with each sob.
We stopped at the garage and got off the bike. I handed my helmet to Trowa and wiped away my tears. He put the bike and helmets up before turning around to see me smiling. "I'm free," I whispered to him through the lump in my throat. He smiled softly and nodded.
"You have new family now, and we'll never hurt you," Trowa said. That felt so good to hear.
"Never?" I asked since it sounded too good to be true.
"Never," Trowa replied with a nod.
We were walking back to the apartment, and I stopped Trowa from going in right away. I felt some things still needed to be said.
"Back there . . ." I began.
"I know, I won't tell anyone," Trowa cut in.
"Good, but I just wanted to say thank you."
"Thank you for what?" He asked.
"For protecting me," I explained.
Trowa smiled, "I'll always protect you, little star."
I smiled back. He made me so happy sometimes. I dropped my suitcase inside before leaving with Trowa and Catherine to finish helping pack up the circus. Late that afternoon we left. I didn't ever regret leaving town because I left old life behind. I looked forward and was 'reborn' as a person who was free.
A/N: Gunna stop here. Did you like the chapter?
Trowa: ///_^ I'm romantic!
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