Sunday night I returned home. My mom was sitting on the couch, when I went over to talk to her she told me to go into my room and wait. About five minutes later she came in, she started beating me over and over again. All I wanted was to be back with Paige, to feel safe...loved.
I pretended to pass out from the beating, my mom left and got drunk. I sat up, went into my desk drawer, pulled out my protractor and cut. After I did it I felt a pang of guilt. Wasn't my body in enough pain...I guess not.
Once I was sure my mom was passed out in her room, I packed a bag, then I carefully crept down the stairs and out the door. I started running to Paige's house as fast as I could, I felt bad it was past midnight and we had school the next day. When I got there I was actually afraid to knock. I slowly raised my hand up, tears running down my face, I knock on the door. I wait about 2 minutes, and the door slowly opens. It's Paige. I fell into her arms crying.
She gingerly lifted me up and put me on the couch. She started studying my bruises realizing that my mother had beaten me and that was why I was upset. She went into the kitchen and a minute later she came out with an ice pack,...some rubbing alcohol and a band-aid? She gently put the ice pack on my cheek, where my mom had hit the hardest. Then she lightly picked up my left arm and slipped off my arm warmer. She took the rubbing alcohol and cleaned out the fresh cut. Then, she applied the band-aid to it. I was totally amazed, she knew...I hadn't even mentioned it.
The next morning I woke up, realizing that I wasn't at home. Paige was not in bed next to me or anywhere in her room. I started to panic a little bit and then I heard the water running, good thing I took my shower the night before or this may have been a problem. After we got ready to go to school, we went downstairs for breakfast. Her mother asked me what happened, after I explained what happened she told me I could stay with them for however long I needed. Why couldn't I have a mother like Paige has? At least I have Paige, and her family is willing to take me in untill my dad comes home.
That afternoon, when we got out of school we went "home". We went up to her room and started kissing. A minute into it her mom walked in, I was terrified, but I had no reason to be. Her mom just gave us a hug and told us thats what she figured was going on. I don't know why I was worried in the first place Dylan is gay, so they have to be okay with it.
The nest day at school Paige and I decided to be brave and not to hide anymore. We walked into first period holding hands which got a few aww's and even more strange looks. At some point in the day Paige rolled up the sleeves of her light purple top to reveal her scars. There wasn't going to be anymore hiding from then on. We decided that we were going to be who we were and if anyone didn't like it then they weren't worth it.