Young & Restless

Chapter One: Runaway

The air was cold here, was it night or day? I thought as I lied there in my uncomfortable bed staring blankly at the ceiling. *Bump* I shot up from the bed "Hello?" My eyes widened as I tried to make my eyes adjust, Since I was so scared I decided to just go back to bed pretending nothing happened, So that is exactly what I did...Drifting into...sleep..The door to my small townhouse bedroom swung open, I screeched and hid under my sheets peeping through the little hole in my thin white sheets "What are you doing awake in...here!" Jerry slurred. Jerry Barker, My Rude, disgusting Step-father.
I pretended to sleep and shivered as I felt the floorboards shake "Answer me! Bitch!" He yelled, I shook even more, as soon as I knew it my sheet was forcefully ripped off me, I pretended that I was sleeping and got surprised..Rubbing my eyes and blankly staring at him "What? I was asleep I swear!" He slapped me so hard my face was numb "Liar, Bitch, Thief and no good son of the devil" He punched me in the jaw, I swear I blacked out at this point. The sun was hot, Blazing as much as it could threw my burgundy blinds, Standing up was the hardest thing I've ever done, My stray cat "Mouse" as I like to call him jumped on top of my dresser "Mousie you know if Jerald finds you in here he will make a fur coat outta ya" I held his face as he purred softly. Millions of burs clung to his fur, My nose scrunched up "Aw, Mo..c'mon scram!" I set him down outside of my window, I decided that it was a good idea to try and get some food..I tip toed out of my room into the Living/Kitchen room. Jerry wasn't home, an idea stuck in my head, Runaway?, The idea brought light to my eyes for once in 5 years. 1 hour later...My small Christian Dior mahogany handbag, it was my mothers. In this bag I had stolen 50$ a few nice outfits, and a journal with a Door's magazine. My apartment building was sketchy as ever mostly because of the usual Utah weather everyone was being very un-social people...Sprinting down the hallways of the Blinkers Inn was really awkward considering all the chaos that was happening, Soon enough I was at the diner down the street, Wandering and lost..I made my way inside "Hello, how can I help you today dear?" A lady with her hair pulled back into a somewhat combover hairstyle asked.."Uh..uh job?" I stuttered, she looked me up and down "Okay..." She sighed, I caught a glimpse of her name tag, Mindy, "Come with me..." She started to trudge down this hallway full of Elvis Presley and Half naked lady posters my eyes widened as I noticed them, "here we are darlin' take a seat and Mr. Columns will be in here in a minute" Mindy ran out in a hurry and slammed the door, I couldn't help but stare at this envelope full of money, I looked away but looked at the window and back to the money, I thought..Should I?...No, yes?...I lifted my hand off the leather arm chair and snatched the money..A pain practically punched me in the face "Oh my fuck?" I panicked and opened the old rickety office window, and stepped out carefully onto the drop off roof, Still panicking I ran...faster than I have ever ran in my life...Trying to get a taxi's attention was hard when your 5,3 and have anxiety filling your body, finally after 4 minutes a Taxi with a white man inside pulled up "Need a ride ma'am?" He smiled, and I nodded getting into the back seat "Where to?"....I paused "nearest airport?" He looked at me through the rear view mirror "Municipal?" Confused I nodded my head, staring out the window I heard police sirens "Oh my god, Oh my fucking gosh!" I thought silently feeling my ears get hot...After calming down a little we arrived in the drop off of the airport, "Ehem..." The taxi man scoffed, I sighed and handed him 11$ in bills..the airport was so loud and full of many sketchy,sophisticated people, Running up fast to the board desk I asked for a ticket to New York City, The lady at the desk, who looked about 45 or 50 years of age pulled her glasses down, "are you old enough to be boarding darlin'?" She snootily said "yes I am 18 years old, sorry I look very young for my age" I handed her the envelope not sure of how much was in it "Sweetie this is 750$ you only needed to give me 188$" she looked in it and smiled " Oh! Well for a tip for being so nice to me you can have a 45 dollar tip? And possibly give me the rest back?" She nodded and took out 233 in total " thank you so much dear" she handed me a ticket for the plane...The ride was very smooth considering I am very jumpy and have never been on a plane before, the sight was breath taking up here , sleeping most of the way felt so good since I didn't sleep at all last night.