Chapter 3
-Sky's POV-
I quickly went to the south airlines website and ordered tickets. My flight was at 5:00. My eyes darted over to the clock.
"2 hours..." I muttered and jumped up, grabbing suitcases, my laptop, or anything I needed and stuffing them in.
-Ty's POV-
Luke rammed me against the keyboard in my room, with enough force for my back to hit a few buttons. I guess one of them picked up Adams call, because when I was sitting there, dazed, the ringing from the computer stopped. I didn't give it much thought.
Then, Luke picked me up AGAIN and rammed me back into the laptop screen. I gasped in pain and shot my hands back to make sure I didn't ram my head into the screen. Instead, my hands burned into the keyboard, the keys digging into my palm. I gasped and yanked them away.
By then, all my accidental button-pushing had not only picked up Sky's call, but it also turned on the face cam.
I sat up, dazed after I had gotten a hard smack on the back from the fly swatter. My head spun. I looked at the screen to see Adam sitting in his chair, staring with a gaping mouth.
"Ty!" He cried. "Are you alright?"
I was so shocked I couldn't answer. How is he on the screen?
Before I could get his name out, another strong pain flew across my back, and the forced knocked me down.
I lay there for a few moments, complete silence enveloping the room. I gasped when I was grabbed once again by the scruff of my shirt and lifted up. Damn, he loves doing that.
Luke pinned me against the wall and gave me another sharp smack, right across the face. I gasped and held my check, which was stinging like no other. I could feel the blood for my own mirror-cut seeping onto my skin.
He lifted the fly swatter, ready to take another swing. Suddenly, he faltered. A evil grin danced across his lips, and I followed his eyes to...my sleeve.
The force of the throwing must've run it up a little, because 1 or 2 cuts were clearly visible.
His hand darted out and grabbed my sleeve, running it up all the way to my neck. He inspected my cuts and laughed like a deranged animal, coughing every now and then.
"Cutting again, Tyler?" He said between laughs, slurring "You know, one of these days you outta just cut yourself too deep and bleed to death. Waist of air." He grabbed me once agin by the shirt and rammed me against the wall, once..twice...
I gasped in pain with each hard bang of my spine whacking against the wall.
A ringing pain exploded in my head , but I ignored it. My eyes stung and burn from the tears. Luke's nasty words echoed through my head "Waist of air. That's all you are, a waist of air."
I looked at the monitor, where Sky was sitting, mouth wide open. I gave him eyes that clearly said "I'm sorry."
His mouth hang open even more, and my mind raced. He thought I was a freak. He thought I was weak. He wouldn't want to hang out with me anymore, just like everyone else.
Everyone else just walked away, and I didn't want to have to add Adam to the long list.
Finally, after a few minutes of the ramming, Luke dropped me to the floor. He gave me a powerful kick to the stomach, knocking the wind out of me. I coughed uncontrollably, gasping for air.
He gave me one more, all powerful smack on the back, then walked over to the door. He slung the fly swatter on the rack recklessly and walked out of the room, banging the door shut.
I buried my head into my arms, in the fetal position. I cried my eyes out ; I hated this. I hated my life. I just wanted it to end.
I remember Adam was there, and I somehow managed to get out "S-S-S-So sorry you h-had to s-see that." I sobbed.
"Ty..." I could hear him murmur statically. I didn't have the best reception on the laptop. There were a few moments of silence, then 5 words that made me feel great and terrible all at once. "I'm coming for a visit."
I wasn't sure I heard him right. I took my head out of my hands and looked at him, still feeling the burning hot tears running down my face. "W-What?"
"I said I'm coming for a visit. Maybe even move in to protect you."
My head skipped a beat. I couldn't tell if I was happy, or terrified. I was happy because...well.. Adam...I've had a crush on him since 5th grade. It was amazing to know he cared so much...it meant a lot.
Sad because I knew Luke would flip. He would either beat me in from of Adam, wait for Adam to leave, then grab the swatter...or hurt Sky himself.
I couldn't let that happen. I tried to get Sky out of it by saying "S-Sky, that isn't a g-good idea. Luke won't be h-happy..."
"I don't give a fuck! He's abusing you, and I can't just sit and watch! What's your address?" I reluctantly gave him my address. Even though I was mad on the outside, on the INside, I couldn't be happier. Sky, my Adam, was coming because he cared.
I expected him to hang up, but he didn't. Instead he said slowly. "Ty, before I get the tickets, 2 things...
"1. I'll help you anyway I can. The cuts, him, bullies, however I can."
I let out a weak smile. He...he really does care.
"2. I...I love you."
The world stopped when Adam said those 3 words. My heart, the air, everything...
Frozen in time.
Did I really just hear those words out of someone's mouth? Directed towards ME?
I stuttered my reply, not sure I was hearing right anyway. "I-I love you t-too..."
He smiled as the screen flicked off. He must have logged off to pack and gets tickets.
There was another bang from downstairs, and I realized I was hungry. Also, Adam would probably be starving when he got here. I better order use some pizza...but how to do that without Luke noticing me? I had left my phone downstairs when I got home. I had had a bad day at school...Luke was drunk... I wasn't thinking, so I just ran. Forgot the phone, oh well. I'll just sneak downstairs.
I slowly opened my door and closed it gently so it wouldn't even make a clicking noise. I could hear banging and crashing from downstairs...and a few others voices? Crap, he's got friends over. There's no way I'm getting that phone.
I've gotta get it. I've got absolutely no food in the room. I had the leftover pizza from 2 days ago for dinner yesterday after I got punished.
I tiptoed until I was at the foot of the stairs. I got down on my hands and feet and walked down them like a dog ; slowly and carefully, because I was going at a dangerous angle.
There was a bang, and the whole house became quiet for a moment. I caught my breath ; had they heard me?
Just as a I was about to bolt back upstairs, there was a roar of laughter. I relaxed and continued crawling down the stairs. They had probably dropped something, and in their drunken state, thought it was hilarious.
I got to the bottom of the stairs and hugged the wall, on the way to the kitchen. I passed the living room, where they were all huddled around the table, smashing our moms precious china.
SMASH
They all cracked up at the glass that flew everywhere from the bats hit.
SMASH
More laughing. I cringed and kept moving, aiming for the kitchen, where I had left my phone on the table.
I entered the door way. The kitchen was a mess ; bottles, cans, and wrappers everywhere. I sighed heavily. I would take care of that later.
I crawled over to the table and darted up, grabbing my phone which had a pair of headphones on the cover. I stuffed it into my pocket and bolted back upstairs, not even bothering to crawl up the stairs.