My mouth became dry as I glanced down at my bloody flesh.
"I, uh, I fell on the stairs and scratched my knee on the step." I came up with suddenly.
He seemed to focus on my eyes and then hardened his expression.
"You're lying."
My mind went blank as I started to stutter. "No, no, It's just a scrape, I swear, it's nothing."
He glanced at my knee once more before giving in "Okay, but if find out any thing other wise. You'll hope to dear God you were dead."
I breathed out a sigh of relieve that I could finally be left alone. I turned to make my way back upstairs.
"I think you forgot about my () dinner!"
I froze then scurried off into the kitchen to receive his recently cooked meal. He marched in after me and sat ungracefully, putting his big elbows on the table in an oh-so improper fashion and impatiently waited for me to serve the meal.
I slid the spaghetti on to the table that was quickly followed by a glass and pitcher of freshly made tea.
He started to slurp the noodles but quickly started coughing and yelled
"THIS TASTES LIKE CRAP MILEY!"
All the effort I gave just for his precious meal. "I'm sorry." I said in a monotonous voice.
"NO YOUR NOT YOU LITTLE SLUT!" he screamed as he quickly struck me across the face.
I felt my head turn and a slight sting before I turned my head back to its original position.
He stomped off in annoyance and slammed his door. I gathered up all the plates and rinsed them in the sink quietly before grabbing a piece of bread and scurrying off to my loft.
I nibbled on the stale bread before deciding that I could not live this life anymore. I heard a knock at the door and quietly remained there knowing what would happen if my curiosity got the best of me. 'You know you're not supposed to get involved in his work life.' I silently scolded myself. I heard him open the creaky door and greet what sounds like a woman.
I heard them talk for a while and then I heard nothing. I quietly opened my door just in time to see Cain holding the woman, kissing her in a risqué fashion, and enter his bedroom.
I closed the door silently.
I rolled my eyes, feeling sorry for the woman, and what she had just gotten herself in to.
It's not right that he can be with some random woman but I can't be with the man I love. The man I need. I shut my eyes as I felt hot tears roll down my cheeks. I slid down the now closed door and onto my wobbly feet. I felt that someone had reached in my heart, twisted it around, stabbed it, and then ripped it out. This feeling had become quite familiar.
I need to leave. I need to get out of this place.
I quickly showered, climbed into bed and slowly drifted to sleep while I planned my sweet escape.
(A/N: I thought about ending it there. But then this story would be the shortest fanfiction ever. Haha. So now… I continue.)
My eyes fluttered open to see a time that flashed 7:30.
I pounced out of bed and threw some clothes on. I rushed down the stairs as I quickly cracked two eggs over a pan and popped some bread into the toaster.
I poured some orange juice in a cup, grabbed the toast and eggs, slid them onto a plate and gracefully set it on the table just in time for Cain to walk downstairs and peer at the meal.
"Looks more decent then yesterday." He said as he sat down at the table and tasted the food. "Tastes a slight bit better too." He added.
I quickly prayed to God in thanks that I would not have to go through his stubborn ways again.
He finished up and slapped his napkin on the table, grabbed his briefcase and hurried out the door.
Okay, it's time.
I hurriedly walked up the stairs and threw my few belongings into the suitcase I had brought 3 months ago. I then ran into Cain's and met the unpleasant and unfamiliar smell. It made me sick. It wasn't necessarily horrid. It just wasn't him.
I carefully sorted through his things in search for a stash of money.
Bills, no, forms, no, Thesaurus no.
I finally found what I was searching for. I grabbed 20 $100 bills.
You see, Cain is not exactly poor. He's actually quite wealthy. He gets "everything" he wants.
I then left finally quite pleased I might add.
I raced downstairs and grabbed normal things I would need on a daily basis.
(toothbrush, brush, bottled water, food, shampoo ect…)
I stuffed everything into my leather bag and ran out the door and down the wooden porch.
You may be asking 'Why would you have stayed than long if you could have escaped so easily?'
The answer is: Threats.
Threats to my dad, to my brother, to Lilly, to Oliver and to Jake.
But if something inside me just broke when seeing him able to be with whoever he wants. I don't just want Jake. I need him to survive. I haven't seen him in ages. He could have moved on. He could be with another girl right now. And it broke my heart.
I don't know why the police haven't found me yet. I don't even know if the police are searching for me. My family might think I just chose to run away.
And that breaks my heart even more.
I continued walking until I got to the same town. I scanned the area in search of a cab. I finally saw a yellow car among all the other white, black and silver ones. I waved my hand frantically until the car was right in front of me. I stepped in as the driver greeted me with a "Where to?" I responded with "The nearest airport, please."
And then we were driving.
I turned 19 a month ago. Not that anybody noticed. That day I silently wept to my sorry self all day as I sobbed happy birthday to myself over and over again. I wished more than anything to be with my family and friends. But there was nothing I could have done about it.
I continued to think to myself as we drove around the corner of a brick building. I had that feeling again. That feeling you get when you know something is going to go wrong. That's when I saw his eyes. And unfortunately… These eyes weren't Jake's.
They were Cain's.
He stared at me with such rage that if looks could kill I would be on my way to heaven.
My stomach dropped as I stared back in fear.
(A/N: If you want an example of what this stair was like or my idea of what Cain looks like, see my profile.) We soon passed the building breaking our stare. He then started to chase after the car, but it was too late. By then, I was well on my way to the airport. And for at least now, I'm safe.
