Control freak [18+]

Chapter 7: Guts

*Anthea's pov*

I giggle as a funny part of the movie plays.

I decided to go to the movies. I needed to get away from my mom and Lily.

I love them, but sometimes their suffocating.

After spade had comforted me, I felt better and decided not to go back to mom and Lily.

Instead I texted them that I was staying over at a friend's house. Specifically Liam.

He and I weren't close but we considered ourselves friends.

I reach in my bucket of popcorn and stuff some in my mouth.

The movie quickly turns into horror and I scream at the suddenly violent screen while covering my face with the popcorn bucket.

"Shut up!" An angry voice screams at me.

Jesus! It was sudden!

I rock back and forth in my seat before deciding to get out of here.

I stumble over people, while selfishly trying to get out.

"Don't touch me" a dark skinned beautiful woman says, standing up.

I quickly run away from her.

Stepping on more people's legs, they try to attack me, but I'm to quick.

A fight suddenly breaks out as I run out the door. I can hear screaming inside.

"I'm so sorry" I say, gasping as I run out of the theaters.

I'm not going back to that place for a while, people are to aggressive.

I text Liam ''Hi, can you maybe come pick me up''

He replies almost immediately ''where are you''

''movie theater by my house''

He started being my friend around the same time as Velma.

I wait outside, wrapping my arms around my body as it gets cold really fast. I brought a thin sweater because I didn't think it'd be cold.

I shouldn't have come here, knowing how vulnerable I can be at night.

I look up in the sky, as I feel something wet drop on my head.

Great. It's drizzling.

I'm not going back inside. Call me stupid but if I go back inside I'll have a panic attack in front of everyone.

I don't want to be looked at as an attention seeker for something I have no control over.

I know I would because I'm already a nervous wreck as it is.

I sigh and run a hand through my hair. I'll just put my faith in your hands Liam.

I sit on the curve and hug myself as the rain actually becomes hard.

I'm soaking wet and my clothes are sticking to me like wet hair.

Water drips off my face and on the concrete. I open my mouth to breathe, because it's easier.

It's completely dark outside and I feel alone, unwanted and stranded. But not for the first time.

I give up after about thirty minutes and decide to walk home.

It's a fifteen minute walk.

I hug myself tighter as cars pass by and I know any one of them can grab me.