Recovery

Chapter One

"Come out Lisa" he said while banging on the bathroom door where I was hiding. I wanted to come out but not to make up with him. I wanted to come out of the bathroom grab the lamb which was on the desk against the wall and smash it against his head. But I couldn't if I wanted to. He had beat me really but tonight, and he keeps saying he doesn't mean to put his hands on me and usually I would believe him, that stopped today. I grabbed my gun the was hiding at the bottom of my tissue box, put the bullets in and got ready to shoot him. I opened the door looked at him and then next thing I know the gun started going off. Next thing I know I'm grabbing my pack bags lit a fire on the drapes and drove out of my driveway. As I'm speeding down the highway number of thoughts are filling up in my head."Did I just kill him?""What If the cops suspect me?""You're such an idiot you should've hid the body."Ring Ring Ring. My phone startled me. I looked at it. It was my best friend Susan. I sent it to voicemail. She would tell something is up if I say one word. I wouldn't want to make her an accomplice to my crime. But she isn't taking the hint. "Hello?" I say as I answer the phone."Why didn't you answer right away, what's wrong?""Nothing Susan everything is okay I'm just driving.""Okay well call me when you get to a destination." se said hanging up. I finally pull up to the airport. As I get out the car I put on sunglasses and pull a hoodie over my head. I get in side confirm my flight go through security and finally I am on an airplane. "Here I come New York." I thought as I put my headphones on and dozing off.