Why Me??

Hideaway

Narrator's POV-

She pulled her torn sweater closer to her body, her messy brown hair fluttering madly in the wind. She rubbed her tear stained cheek with the back of her hand, her legs dangling off the edge of the wooden boardwalk that overlooked the gently flowing river.

She was in that one place where nobody could hurt her. She shut her eyes tight to get rid of the images that flooded her head. Last night . Her drunk dad walking in in the middle of the night with four half naked ladies. Breaking glass. Loud music. Her dad slapping her. Shouting. The memories fresh in her mind, she left home with a bloody nose, and spent yet another night at the river.

This was nothing new to Audrey Banks, only child of Henry Banks the famous drug dealer, who lived in a small run down caravan near an empty field.  She grew up watching different ladies walk into the house each night, loud music playing in the early hours of the morning, and constant yelling almost everyday.

Audrey's POV

I sat on the boardwalk, watching as the first rays of light appeared in the horizon, and observed as a cute family of beavers climbed out of a wooden log and frisked around the banks of the river.

I knelt down on the muddy platform, and extended my arm into the cold, shallow water and rinsed my face. Blood streamed down my nose and the water stung all the cuts on my hand from the broken glass. My bones ached from sleeping on the wooden boardwalk, and my fingers were literally freezing in the cold winter air.

I shoved my ripped woollen jacket into my duffel bag, and ran over to my only friend Jessica Asbury's house. I mean 4 storey mansion. Jessica and I knew each other since kindergarten, where we bonded over our common hatred for nap time after recess. Ever since, we've been the best of friends. She grew up to be a popular and beautiful social butterfly, and I turned out an insecure and anorexic mess. Wowww. I climbed the long iron ladder into Jessica's poster-filled room.

"Your dad again?" asked Jessica from under her dark cheetah print sheets. I frown and pull the sheets off her body. "Yeah."

She slowly got off the bed, and examined my bruised hands and broken nose." It was real bad this time, wasn't it? Well, you've got to tell someone about it, you can't keep living in the hell you call home."

Instinctively, I raised my fingers to my swollen nose, and said, " There's really nothing I can do, I mean, you know what happened the last time I ran away."

My eyes fluttered shut and a cold shiver ran down my spine as I tried to flush out the horrifying memories that were replaying in my head. It was almost as if I could smell the heavy scent of aftershave and alcohol burning my nostrils again.

"Snap out of it Audrey. School starts in half an hour." Jessica murmured softly as she staggered into the shower.

I went in her other washroom, turned on the hot water, and stood under the shower, drowning away my misery. I ran my fingers through my long brown hair, washing out the small daisies that were stuck from the daisy bush I slept by.

After the most luxurious shower ever, I walked out of the shower and pulled on a long-sleeved baggy shirt and a pair of loose khaki pants that I'd been wearing for the past three years.

I dried my hair, and pulled it back into a loose ponytail, letting a few loose strands cover, the purplish black welt on my nose.

I eyed enviously, as Jess put on her studded leather boots, and tied a jean jacket loosely around her high waisted denim shorts and striped halter top. She angrily frowned at my loose clothes, and held up one of her cute lacey dresses in front of me.

I shook my head rapidly and sat myself down on her bed. I often get panic attacks when my insecurities attack, even while wearing clothes that fully cover my body ; even thinking of wearing such a dress gave me nightmares.

Only a beautiful girl like Jess could pull something off like that.

Jess let her loose caramel blond curls hang below her shoulders, and swung her fancy leather bag pack on her shoulders.

I followed her down to the kitchen, where her mother greeted us warmly. I declined politely as her mom offered to whip us some breakfast, and Jessica kissed her mom goodbye.

Her brother, Mason Asbury drove us to school, and even though he kept trying to make conversation with me, I found myself tongue- tied and began to feel claustrophobic in the 7 seater Limo.

Jess put her hand on my shoulder, comforting me, as Mason pulled into the parking lot of Hillside Academy.

Here we go, I thought as I stepped into the bustling halls of the second most terrifying place in the world.

A.N// 

Hey y'all! This is the First b00k I've ever written, so please no h8!! I'll be publishing chapters on a daily basis and the next chapter is going to be better, I promise, and it's going to have more POV's ...

I dont want to rush this b00k, but I promise eventually you will get to know about her past and why she has a massive fear of pe0ple <3/// 

((i will update the cast and all when it's about chap3 and u know more about the characters))

Lots of love,

hazel