Thin Lines

First Run

Xela

"Midnight." Is all my mom tells me, a piece of paper in her outstretched hand. I look closer and see an address, making me roll my eyes.

"I thought we could be done with this." I tell her, crossing my arms and not taking the paper.

"I have been too nice with you, and Paul is making me realize that." My mom snaps, "You will do what I tell you or I can make him teach you a lesson."

I glare at her for a moment, when she doesn't move or change her fuming face, I snatch the paper from her hand.

"It should be paid for already." She says on her way out of my room.

I groan and sit on my bed, looking down at the address that I have no idea where to go for. It is already 1 and I find myself starving from not eating in two days.

Creeping downstairs I pray that Paul is gone somewhere, but of course he is right in the kitchen.

I made myself a bagel with cream cheese, ignoring his eyes never leaving me.

"Don't eat too much, you are already too big for my likings."

My head snaps up towards him, my eyebrows raising at his disgusting words. If anything I am far underweight from starving so many days, he just wants me to be upset.

"I'll keep that in mind." I roll my eyes, making my way to the stairs with my bagel on a plate in my hands.

He steps in front of me so he is blocking my path, "I like these shorts." His hand slaps my ass, making me step away with disgust.

"Don't touch me." I demand, which makes him look amused as he steps closer. "Or what?"

"I will tell my mom." I say, realizing that she won't care. He laughs, "Your mom encourages me."

It hurts the most that I know his words are true.

His hand grips my waist and pushes me towards the wall, making a shocked gasp leave my lips. "Get the fuck off of me!" I scream at him, pushing him back and slapping him across the face.

He staggers back for a second before his eyes are filled with rage.

He hits me back with all his force, not giving me a second to move before he swings again and again until darkness overcomes me.

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My eyes flutter open to find myself on the kitchen floor, my whole body aching. The sun is down and I am alone in the dark, which I don't mind.

Making my way to my feet, I wince at the movement. I stagger up the stairs and look at myself in my tiny bathroom mirror to see my face and body littered with bruises.

Asshole.

A piece of paper catches my eye on my bed and I realize I still have to make a run tonight. Looking to my clock, it's 11:30 giving me barely any time to find the place.

I quickly change into an all black outfit before shoving the piece of paper in my pocket and climbing onto my roof.

Please be in there