Chapter 2: Home
It had started raining as I walked home. Cold, bitter wind whipped through my hair as I treaded closer and closer to the place I call home. As I walked down the hall, I could hear yelling coming from behind my front door.
"Why is mom home early?" I asked myself. I opened the door to once again, yelling and hands flaring. I blocked out their yells and walked into my room. Slamming the door behind me, I went over to my bed and flopped down.
"Just another day," I said and pulled out my book. I was at poem #73, 200 total. After about 2 hours I put down the book and sat up.
"They've been fighting for too long!" I exclaimed and threw open my door. My mother and father stared at me as I stormed past them and into the kitchen.
"Rachel, what's wrong?" my mother asked me.
"What's wrong?! You've been fighting for more than two hours! I'm tired of it! The yelling and the fighting! Mom I can't take it anymore!" I yelled before tears started to stream down my pale cheeks.
"Honey I'm sorry, but I'm doing everything I can. There's nothing you or I can do," my mother told me.
"Yes there is! I'm saving up money. I already have almost $350! Soon we can leave this place and live in a safe home!" I told her. She just shook her head and said,
"Rachel we can't leave your father!" she yelled.
"Why do you care about Mark?! He's never done anything good for us! He just sits around and drinks! He doesn't make money for us! We do all the work!" I yelled back.
"Rachel you're acting crazy! Without us your father will die!" my mother yelled.
"Who cares?! I hate him! I hate this home! And I hate my life!" I screamed before running out of the kitchen and soon out of my home.
"Rachel! Come back! Where are you going?!" my mother screamed after me. I didn't know where I was going, but I wasn't coming back. I'd just keep running until I couldn't run any more. What I'd do after… I had no idea.
1 hour later:
It had started raining again and I was getting colder and wetter by the second. It was getting harder to breathe and my legs were beginning to fail me. I was beginning to tire and things were becoming blurry, but I couldn't stop. There was no going back.
As I turned the corner, I finally stopped. I sat down on the bench and cried. My life is falling apart and I had no reason to go back. Soon it stopped raining and I slowly got back up. Walking forward, I soon made my way to the bookstore.
There I stayed for what seemed like hours, before somebody knocked and woke me up. I slowly sat up and sneaked around my desk to see Logan peering in through the glass door. Slowly making a fog appear on the window around his mouth. Wiping away what was left of my tears, I stood up and unlocked the door.
"Rachel! Where have you been?" Logan asked as he barged in.
"What do you mean?" I asked him. My voice sounded choked and my eyes red, he knew I had been crying. Looking at my damp clothes and slightly smeared mascara, Logan quickly wrapped his jacket around me.
"You must be freezing," Logan said, slightly smiling at me.
"Why are you here?" I asked. I must have sounded harsh because his face looked pained.
"I wanted to make sure you were ok," Logan said. After I didn't say anything he took my hand and started leading me towards the door.
"Where are you taking me?" I quickly asked.
"Back to your home," Logan said as he opened the door. I dug my feet into the carpet and we came to a stop.
"No, anywhere but there," I blurted out.
"Rachel, why don't you want to go home?" he asked me.
"I don't want to talk about it," I said and looked down at the dark blue carpet.
"Rae, please tell me. I want to help you, but I can't if I don't know how," Logan said. At the moment I was too sad to care that he called me Rae. I looked up into his dark, green yes and saw hope. So I told Logan what had happened and as I told him the story of my sad life, his eyes never once left mine.
"Rachel I'm so sorry," Logan said. He then did the one thing I thought he never would. Logan leaned forward and… hugged me. Logan wrapped his arms around my waist and there in his grasp, I felt safe.
"Rachel if you won't go back to your home, come to mine," Logan said after pulling way from me. When he pulled away the feeling of being safe and warm was replaced by feeling lonely and cold.
"Wha, what do you mean?" I asked.
"come stay with me until you work things out. I have my own apartment and an extra room calling your name," Logan said, a huge smile plastered on his face.
"Thank you Logan, for everything."
So that is chapter 2. The next chapter may be a little rushed ahead, but it's also not some of my best work. So please review and tell me what you think.
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