Runaway Casanova (1)

Paint it black.

(So I was trying really hard to come up with stuff to write but I couldn't sorry. Damn writers block! So this chapter takes place two days after that happened. Okay now that we got that cleaned up I have a question. Which gender is more confusing? Boys or girls?)

I haven't seen Rick, Noah, or Britney anywhere. I'm not complaining, my days are normal now well my normal. Bullies beating me up, school is school. I'm currently sleeping wherever I can. No more school roof tops for me. I'm just glad I don't have to tell them everything. Like my tattoo I know they saw, bruises, and the s
Purple scars scaring my skin.

I'm currently walking my old childhood road for the seventh time. I miss the young beautiful no worries girl I used to be. I feel a salty kinda warm tear slip down my face. I don't bother to wipe it away for I know more will join it. I keep walking down the road I would play on in my white dresses always getting them covers in mud or dirt same thing.

All these houses look the same except mine. My house was a cream colour with a baby blue door with the rims of the windows the same colour. But know today its a dark brown colour with a blood red door. It has the same window rims as it did when I lived here.

A home is only a real home if you make it one. But you didn't Scarlet. Once your parents died you just ran into your boyfriends arms instead of the States. You'd be better off dead. All because you left your home.

The thoughts run though my head again and again getting louder and louder. I cover my ears and sit down on the cement down rocking myself while whispering. "They're just voices. They aren't real. They aren't real." I repeat to myself in a hushed tone. Before I know it there gone. It all just stopped.

Finally reaching the bus station, I walk in not giving any one a glance I sit down and put my legs up on two other seats. I close my eyes and put my hood up hiding my face. Forgetting all day.

"You good for nothing slut!" My mother yells at me jamming her beer bottle down on the counter.

"I'm only two minutes late mom." I mumble more to myself then to my drunken mom. She gets pissed at me if I don't come home early or on time.

"Don't mom me Missy your late. I bet you were fucking some school teacher for at least a C in class." Her harsh words cut like blade. My own mother hates my guts.

"It won't happen again." I could feel tears running down in my cheeks.

"Your damn right it won't happend again you little bastard!" She pulled her beer bottle back and aimed it for me. Hitting my arm there's a stinging sensation going though my whole body. I collapse to the ground of our blackening living room.

Not fully opening my eyes but I can see I'm moving pretty fast. I try to get up but I can't move! I began panicking realising I have no clue how or who I'm with. My breaths come in fast and leaving faster. Suddenly we stop moving my door quickly opens and I see a moving fast Noah. He pulled me on to His lap stocking my hair repeating the same faint words "I'm here Scarlet. It was a bad dream. Don't worry I'm here."

I sob into his shoulders for a few minutes. I finally calm down and my breathing evens. I still stay in the arms of Noah. Noah pushes me back a little to take a look at my face.

"How are you doing Scarlet?" I just nod my head in response."Do you feel like telling me why you were in A bus station sleeping?" I nod again.

"I was sleeping in there because," I pause getting my thoughts straight, "I have no place to go." I say a little quickly.

"Oh." I assume that kinda hit him as a shone. I was really debating if I should lie or not.