"....tell the world I'm coming home.. I know my kingdom awaits, and they've forgiven my mistakes...." I knew when to run. When my father came home drunk from work, I knew that was the time to leave. This happened every other day, usually on Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday. He would come home and take out all of his anger on my mom. My poor, innocent mother. She never did anything wrong. Every time she turned to run, he would catch her and take her to their room. He always locked the door, so who knows what he did to her in there. Sometimes I just wanted to run away forever. I'm not satisfied with the life I am currently living in. I deserve something better. But I have to stay with my mother. I ran to the park. Cherry Blossom trees are scattered everywhere, a large water fountain was sitting in the middle. A path surrounded the outside of the scenery. It is really a beautiful park to visit. I tucked my blonde hair behind my ears and sighed as I sat on a bench. I concentrated on the sound of water dripping from the water fountain. It was a really peaceful moment. I wished that this moment could freeze so I could live in it forever. The sun had set already, and the bright stars showed up, lighting up the night. I felt light footsteps on the ground behind me. Turning around, I locked eyes with the most handsome guy I've ever seen. He had brown, flippy hair, and his eyes were a crystal blue color. Like the ocean, or the sky. He seemed like a nice person, someone I could trust. Normally, I can't trust anyone. There was a small smile on his face whenever we made contact. "Hey," he smiled, as he made his way towards me. I'm pretty sure he is going to be the other reason I won't want to run away. So, I have a pretty good feeling about this story. By the way, I want something other than a "bump." Tell me your thoughts please! And tell your friends.
Thoughts? I have a good feeling about this story too I need morereally got me hooked into the story. Good song choice too!
I was pretty sure I was living in a dream. His name is Jared. After introducing myself, he sat down right next to me. His hand swiftly brushed my arm, and I felt a tingling sensation in my heart. Why did that happen? "So, what are you doing out here?" I asked. "I come out here often to relieve me of my stress, and the tension between my parents and I," he said as he flipped his hair to the side. I nodded my head. I understood what he meant. Why would anyone want to fight with someone as perfect as him? "Now the same question to you, what are you doing out here?" he asked, his eyes fixed on mine. Tears start to form in my eyes as I remember my father and the reason why I came out here in the first place. "I-I... Well I'm having family issues. My father comes home from work wasted, and he beats my mother. I have no choice but to run to the most peaceful place I can think of." There was a concerned look in his eyes. He wiped a tear from my eye. "Everything will be okay, Emma. I can assured you. Soon, everything will get better." I wish that could be true. But that made me somewhat better. "Thanks Jared. Will I ever see you again?" I ask, as I shift my position on the bench. "Yes of course you will, Emma," he smiled, "just give me your cell phone number and I'll give you mine." After writing my number on a piece of paper, I gave it to him. But the most shocking thing happened. After galncing at my number, he tore the paper up and threw it away in the nearest trash can. I knew it was to good to be true. I should have known he would trick me like this. My heart was shattered. "W-Why did you rip it up?" I croaked. He said, "I remember the things that are most important to me." So, was it good?
After exchanging goodbyes with Jared, I started to make my journey back home. It was late, and I knew that my dad would be through beating my mom. I trudged up the steps to get to my apartment, and I was a little scared of what mess would be in there. I unlocked the door and took a nervous step inside. Broken glass lay everywhere, old pictures shattered, pillows scattered all over the place, and our couch was turned over. Well I might as well get started cleaning up now, I thought. I took our trash can and crouched down to pick up the glass. Why did my dad have to be like this? We never did anything to him. He doesn't belong here anymore. I remember when he was sweet, and always there for me. He used to never be into smoking, drinking, or drugs before. I always came home from school and he would be there, ready to give me a big bear hug and a snack. We would drive to a field together so that he could teach me how to play softball. That was the dad I remembered. I want him back. A quiet voice interrupted my thoughts. "You don't have to do that you know." I look up and see my mom. She had tears coming out of her eyes and bruises everywhere. There was a long scar on her face. Her beautiful blonde hair is matted and tangled and frizzy. She leaned over and used the doorway as her support. "Are you okay?" my voice trembled. I ran to give her a tight embrace. "For now," she whispered, wincing from the pain she had received. She bent down with me and began to pick up the pictures of our family and placed them on the counter where they originally lied. I was in deep thought when I heard my phone ring. The lyrics to my favorite song silently sounded. "I'm coming home, I'm coming home, tell the world I'm coming home...." tell friends!