Love to Hate and Hate to Lust

I looked up at the ceiling, coming face to face to the cracking white paint that faintly covered over the previous yellow paint. I shuddered at the thought of someone living here, in this awful dirty place. Breathing in the filthy air, I held back a gag.

It's weird to think that someone calls this home, as in actually their HOME. It's disgusting. The place is a pig sty. How in the hell can anyone possibly live here? Arrghh, I sat up and looked back down at the dirty matress that I had just been lying on. Remind me to wash my hair when I get home. Clearly that matress hasn't seen light and a air freshner due the murky tea/coffee stains and rechid smell that now shows instead of white clean smelling cotten.

I dragged by body off the matress and stood up while trying to dust my clothes down. Great now I smell like smoke and dirt. Thats a splendid way to go home to, Now my parents are gonna think I hang around with hobos. No offence to hobos, I'm sure they're great people.

I make my way down the creaking wooden floor stairs, Not even gonna lie this is something out of a horror movie. Before I freak myself out any further I make my way to the kitchen where I can hear doors and draws being slammed closed and opened.

I walk into the kitchen to find my best friend kneeling on the cracked tiled floor searching for somthing. I try to hold back a laugh. I know I'm mean, but I can't help it. She looks to funny with her hair in a high messy bun and her butt stuck up in the air.

"What on earth are you doing, hurry up and grab your shit before we get caught"...It comes out louder than intended and I can tell by the way she immediatly stands up and faces me, fear and horror glued to her face. The minute she realises it's me who spoke, she goes back to her original position on the floor and continues searching for whatever it is she's looking for.

"I'm not joking Chloe, if you wanna live I suggest we get out of here as soon as possible, stop whatever it is you're doing and grab your stuff. We're leaving, now. I can't come home late again, Mums already text me twice telling me to be home by 8, it's 7:45. HURRY UP!"... I shout the last bit causing her to bang her head under the surface unit. This gets me a death glare that I easily ignore.

"Well sorry to have upset you Princess Katie but I need to find my passport. Without that I'm screwed! If you start helping look for it, we might actually get out of here quicker. Besides my Dad doesn't get home till 8:30, we've got plently of time!"....This infuriates me more, yeah he comes home at 8:30 but I need to be home at 8.

I decide there is no point in arguing, she's right. I push her butt down and push her aside..."Let me look, you're blind as a bat anyway!"..I stiffle a laugh and continue looking in the draw that she's raided several times. From the corner of my eye I can see it sprawled on the floor in the corner, I sigh and make my way towards it.

The minute my hand makes contact to the piece of material, I hear car tyres screeching on the drive. SHIT! So much much for he won't be here until 8:30. I quickly grab the passport and Chloe grabs her suitcase. I give her a quick glare, saying we'll talk about this later.

We qucikly make our way to the kitchen back door and make a quick run for it making sure we close and lock the door. After we're finally out in the back, we walk down the dirty ally way making our way to my car.

I know what you must be thinking, what the hell are two grown girls like ourselves doing at this time of night. Well the answer is I'm helping my best friend Chloe to escape her abusive father. She's lived with him forever but she's been finally offered a job as a fashion designer in Sydeny. Yup Sydeny as in Australia Sydeny.

She's been wanting to do this for ages but she's never had the guts, until now of course with the help of Katie. Thats me. So here we are running away at this daft hour, considering that her flights not till tomorrow she'll be spending the night at mine. Not that my parents care, they've always welcomed anyone into our home especially Chloe. They know what her fathers like and have always tried to be her protecters, She stays at mine 5 out of 7 days a week anyway.

We finally make it to my car and I quickly dump her stuff in the boot of the car.."Now would be a good time to hurry up Chloe"..I whisper harshly

She sends me a glare and jumps into the passenger side..."Well hurry up and drive then Miss Moody"..she sticks her tongue out and gives me a childish grin.