I definitely don't want to go home and face the wrath of my mother. So I decide to find a random parking lot, sit there and hope to get some rest.
There is an abandoned store on the edge of the town. The building is an old, crumbling brick place. I know that it's sketchy and usually full of trouble, but I have nowhere else to go, so I pull into the lot and lock my doors. I'm not afraid of sleeping in random places anymore, but I always lock the doors just incase some drunk hobo tries to break into my car. I climb over my seat and get into the back, pulling my travel blanket off the floor. I'll be fine for one night. I set my phone alarm for six the next morning, and roll onto my side where it's more comfortable. I'll have to get up and go home in the morning, and I want to make sure I have time to take a shower. Sky will be all right, since he's at Ian's. Everything is taken care of... Except for the memories. They'll always be nagging at me.
The next few days travel by in a blur, and soon enough, it's Friday afternoon and I'm headed to Harrison's again. My evenings at his house have been interesting. It's only been four days and I know more about him than I've ever known about anyone outside of school. I met his mom on Wednesday, and she is the funniest person I've ever met. Lilly- his mom- Ginger, and Harrison all treat me like I'm their family. I have stayed for dinner every night since Tuesday, because our studying sessions always last longer than planned.
Harrison and his family still don't know a lot about me, and I plan to keep it that way. At least for a while. I'm afraid that if they do find out what happened when I was little, as well as what's going on now, they'll stop inviting me to stay. The worst thing I know can happen if they find out is the possibility of being separated from Sky. I know he and I would survive well on our own, but I can't bear to lose him.
The cuts on my arms from Sunday night are bright red scars now. Just a handful more to add to the collection of marks on my body. Luckily, no one has noticed yet. I've fought the urge to cut every time I've been home this week. I don't know why. I usually give in the first time I think about it. But something's been holding me back, though I can't figure out what it is.
I head up Harrison's walkway and knock on the door, Ginger answers and invites me in. Taking our usual spots on the cream colored couch, she calls for Harrison to "get his butt out here, because River is waiting."
There is an abandoned store on the edge of the town. The building is an old, crumbling brick place. I know that it's sketchy and usually full of trouble, but I have nowhere else to go, so I pull into the lot and lock my doors. I'm not afraid of sleeping in random places anymore, but I always lock the doors just incase some drunk hobo tries to break into my car. I climb over my seat and get into the back, pulling my travel blanket off the floor. I'll be fine for one night. I set my phone alarm for six the next morning, and roll onto my side where it's more comfortable. I'll have to get up and go home in the morning, and I want to make sure I have time to take a shower. Sky will be all right, since he's at Ian's. Everything is taken care of... Except for the memories. They'll always be nagging at me.
The next few days travel by in a blur, and soon enough, it's Friday afternoon and I'm headed to Harrison's again. My evenings at his house have been interesting. It's only been four days and I know more about him than I've ever known about anyone outside of school. I met his mom on Wednesday, and she is the funniest person I've ever met. Lilly- his mom- Ginger, and Harrison all treat me like I'm their family. I have stayed for dinner every night since Tuesday, because our studying sessions always last longer than planned.
Harrison and his family still don't know a lot about me, and I plan to keep it that way. At least for a while. I'm afraid that if they do find out what happened when I was little, as well as what's going on now, they'll stop inviting me to stay. The worst thing I know can happen if they find out is the possibility of being separated from Sky. I know he and I would survive well on our own, but I can't bear to lose him.
The cuts on my arms from Sunday night are bright red scars now. Just a handful more to add to the collection of marks on my body. Luckily, no one has noticed yet. I've fought the urge to cut every time I've been home this week. I don't know why. I usually give in the first time I think about it. But something's been holding me back, though I can't figure out what it is.
I head up Harrison's walkway and knock on the door, Ginger answers and invites me in. Taking our usual spots on the cream colored couch, she calls for Harrison to "get his butt out here, because River is waiting."
