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Running Away
7 ReviewsThe teens are heading home! Cronus is defeated, and there are no more worries. After a sad parting, and a joyful reunion, things turn upside down for Archie. Can friends from the past save him from...
This is my new story, called Abuse. I hope you like the first chappie and I'll try to update as much as I can, but can't guarantee it'll always have a new chapter every day or something. Read on and enjoy!
He glanced at his clock, the time flashing red at the same tune as his alarm. It said 4:01 in the morning, and he really didn't feel like getting up. But after he turned it off and was about to lay back down, he heard loud footsteps approaching his so called 'room'. He immediately shot out of bed and before the hand could touch the door handle, he was dressed and racing for the door. He grabbed it and the tall short man glared at him, fiery intensity burning a hole through the young man in the doorway. The boy walked out of the room just as the man was about to say something, and grabbed the garbage bag under the nearby sink. He took the garbage from the kitchen, bathroom, and the master bedroom. He then walked into the living room to collect the trash from there when he noticed something in the garbage can that looked like a letter.
He didn't know why, but he was drawn to it. He picked it up and unfolded the letter. He saw the words, and was terrified see he was being kicked out of his house. They couldn't pay rent, so the streets would be their new home he guessed. Right then he heard a shout from the door way, and turned suddenly, terrified. He saw his nasty step-father, gun and belt in hand. He walked towards his step-son, yelling at him for being a lazy ass and never doing anything. He screamed and advanced, each step a sure sign of torture and possibly- he couldn't think of what else.
Archie screamed out apologies and sorries, begging for forgiveness. But his uncivilized and drunk father was paying no attention. He stepped forward once more, before sending pain through all of Archie's body. His back seared then his arms and legs, then his stomach, and finally his chest where it hurt most. He lay on the stained floor. It was only becoming more and more red, almost the same colour as his step-father's eyes- but darker. He was being tortured day by day, and was dreading the next time he was beat like this. Once again, he guessed it would be in less then an hour or so that he'd take another beating. But he couldn't handle it, so he decided to do something drastic.
He'd kill himself. Was that the answer? To take away his life, just because of another? He thought for a minute while his father screamed about him being a lazy, irresponsible, stupid, useless, undeserving, nosy, good-for-nothing little jack ass. He ranted on and on while calming thoughts stirred in Archie's head.
Was it worth it? They would be moving into the streets soon, so there was no point in staying. If he were to even just run away, maybe he could live a better life than with his step-father. It would be the same, even better probably. It wasn't worth giving up his life for someone else's, but it would be a smart choice to leave. So his mind made up, he decided to run away the moment his father went to go buy more alcohol from the store. He usually left around 3:00 in the afternoon, so only another 12 hours of beating. Usually he got beat every hour, so Archie figured he'd get beat 12 more times. He tried to reassure himself to take it 1 hour at a time, and be on his best behaviour. He wanted to be well rested but safe as he left on his excursion, a long one at that. So he cleaned up the mess as best as he could and returned to his chores, grabbing things to take with him on his way.
By 2:48, he'd gotten almost all of his things but needed a bit more food to last him. He hadn't bothered much with trying to find money since his father had it all with him. As he was cleaning up though, he found 36 cents in little hiding places. As he put the penny he'd retrieved from under his step-father's bed in his pocket, he heard someone slam the door shut and a car engine roar down the street. Now was his chance, and he took advantage of it. The sooner he got out, the more distance there would be between him and the monster he was forced to live with. He found the gun lying around, and decided to take it. He was never aloud to touch it and had learned the hard way, as he'd woken up unconscious and still bleeding.
He grabbed the single back pack and rolled up sleeping bag from the secret hiding place in his room or 'closet' and left the small apartment right away. He overwhelmed as he felt the rush of fresh air on his face and filling his lungs. The stale feel of smoke and drugs and alcohol were washed away, and he blinked in the bright sunlit sky. It was hot out, but he managed to adjust his eyes to the light after a few minutes. He began to walk, who knows where. He didn't know why, but was drawn to the forest as he'd been to that note in the trash can. After reaching it, he stopped. What was he thinking? Going out into the forest had to be the dumbest thing he could do right now, but it was the only. He stepped into the thick trees and bushes, the brushing the thorns and burs off of his blue hoodie and shorts he still loved so much. Going on was all he could think of, but knew not much good could come of it. Yet something inside of him told him to go, to follow, to push. So on he pushed. On, and on.
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After days of walking, 3 altogether he'd counted, he reached a bit more of a clearing in the forest. He ached, pain from walking and scars he knew. Archie stopped behind a bush and rested. He took out the new water he'd collected at the stream only minutes ago and drank thirstily. He decided it was time for a nap, and he'd start fresh in a few hours. But then he heard a silent movement from somewhere, and stopped breathing. He was still as a statue, and waited. It must've been a squirrel or something, but it sounded bigger. Then there was a loud TWANG and an arrow zipped past his head. It had barely missed and he was about to jump out of the way when another arrow soared by, almost hitting his abdomen this time. He quickly scrambled to his feet but an arrow blocked his way up as it soared over his head. He finally got his chance to shout out, when an arrow was flung at him again.
He heard a shout that cried, "Look out!" but it was too late. It hit him right in the arm, causing more blood to flow. It hurt indescribably, but he was used to this pain. So he just took the arrow, and pulled it out. He walked over to the archer, and gasped. Standing, face to face, was Archie and his long lost friend, Atlanta. They smiled at each other, and hugged. Archie grimaced at the feeling of her arm on his, but said nothing. She looked at him and smiled brightly, beginning to talk. "Archie what the heck are you doing here? You know you're not supposed to be in the hunting grounds! Are you okay I didn't mean to hit you! I thought maybe you were a fox or something but-" she stopped talking when she saw his grim face, smiling but not a happy one. She studied him, looking at his arm, then his body, then his bag. She shook her head a little trying to figure it out.
"Archie, what's going on? Why are you all, you know?" She was so puzzled she didn't know what else to say. He smiled a little more, but still no happiness was found in his face. He sighed, and told her to come sit down with her. She looked at his arm, thinking they should attend to it first. But he sat her down by the trunk of a tree and told her from the very beginning. He started at when he turned 18 on his birthday, the day they defeated Cronus, he'd received a letter to say he could move in with his step-father, his only close relative left. So he did, and the minute he arrived it started. He was disarmed, put down, and treated like an animal. He told his life story from 18 to 21, and she listened in horror.
When he was finished, she stared with an open mouth and teary eyes. He sighed again and showed her his most recent scars, still scabby and covered in blood. She cried slowly, and he gave her a hug. He was surprised, and thought it was him who'd needed comforting. But here he was, soothing his long lost friend- and life long love. He then released her and she choked out, "So you're running away because you were-" she stopped because she didn't want to say it aloud. "Yup, because I was abused." They hugged again, and he somehow felt like he wasn't only comforting, but being comforted. Because now he knew, he had someone to count on. Someone to love.
That was chapter 1, and I hope you liked it! I'll be updating as soon as I can, so plz keep an eye out for when I get chapter 2 up. Plz R&R, and thanx again!
He glanced at his clock, the time flashing red at the same tune as his alarm. It said 4:01 in the morning, and he really didn't feel like getting up. But after he turned it off and was about to lay back down, he heard loud footsteps approaching his so called 'room'. He immediately shot out of bed and before the hand could touch the door handle, he was dressed and racing for the door. He grabbed it and the tall short man glared at him, fiery intensity burning a hole through the young man in the doorway. The boy walked out of the room just as the man was about to say something, and grabbed the garbage bag under the nearby sink. He took the garbage from the kitchen, bathroom, and the master bedroom. He then walked into the living room to collect the trash from there when he noticed something in the garbage can that looked like a letter.
He didn't know why, but he was drawn to it. He picked it up and unfolded the letter. He saw the words, and was terrified see he was being kicked out of his house. They couldn't pay rent, so the streets would be their new home he guessed. Right then he heard a shout from the door way, and turned suddenly, terrified. He saw his nasty step-father, gun and belt in hand. He walked towards his step-son, yelling at him for being a lazy ass and never doing anything. He screamed and advanced, each step a sure sign of torture and possibly- he couldn't think of what else.
Archie screamed out apologies and sorries, begging for forgiveness. But his uncivilized and drunk father was paying no attention. He stepped forward once more, before sending pain through all of Archie's body. His back seared then his arms and legs, then his stomach, and finally his chest where it hurt most. He lay on the stained floor. It was only becoming more and more red, almost the same colour as his step-father's eyes- but darker. He was being tortured day by day, and was dreading the next time he was beat like this. Once again, he guessed it would be in less then an hour or so that he'd take another beating. But he couldn't handle it, so he decided to do something drastic.
He'd kill himself. Was that the answer? To take away his life, just because of another? He thought for a minute while his father screamed about him being a lazy, irresponsible, stupid, useless, undeserving, nosy, good-for-nothing little jack ass. He ranted on and on while calming thoughts stirred in Archie's head.
Was it worth it? They would be moving into the streets soon, so there was no point in staying. If he were to even just run away, maybe he could live a better life than with his step-father. It would be the same, even better probably. It wasn't worth giving up his life for someone else's, but it would be a smart choice to leave. So his mind made up, he decided to run away the moment his father went to go buy more alcohol from the store. He usually left around 3:00 in the afternoon, so only another 12 hours of beating. Usually he got beat every hour, so Archie figured he'd get beat 12 more times. He tried to reassure himself to take it 1 hour at a time, and be on his best behaviour. He wanted to be well rested but safe as he left on his excursion, a long one at that. So he cleaned up the mess as best as he could and returned to his chores, grabbing things to take with him on his way.
By 2:48, he'd gotten almost all of his things but needed a bit more food to last him. He hadn't bothered much with trying to find money since his father had it all with him. As he was cleaning up though, he found 36 cents in little hiding places. As he put the penny he'd retrieved from under his step-father's bed in his pocket, he heard someone slam the door shut and a car engine roar down the street. Now was his chance, and he took advantage of it. The sooner he got out, the more distance there would be between him and the monster he was forced to live with. He found the gun lying around, and decided to take it. He was never aloud to touch it and had learned the hard way, as he'd woken up unconscious and still bleeding.
He grabbed the single back pack and rolled up sleeping bag from the secret hiding place in his room or 'closet' and left the small apartment right away. He overwhelmed as he felt the rush of fresh air on his face and filling his lungs. The stale feel of smoke and drugs and alcohol were washed away, and he blinked in the bright sunlit sky. It was hot out, but he managed to adjust his eyes to the light after a few minutes. He began to walk, who knows where. He didn't know why, but was drawn to the forest as he'd been to that note in the trash can. After reaching it, he stopped. What was he thinking? Going out into the forest had to be the dumbest thing he could do right now, but it was the only. He stepped into the thick trees and bushes, the brushing the thorns and burs off of his blue hoodie and shorts he still loved so much. Going on was all he could think of, but knew not much good could come of it. Yet something inside of him told him to go, to follow, to push. So on he pushed. On, and on.
> > > > > > > > > > > > < < < < < < < < < < < <
After days of walking, 3 altogether he'd counted, he reached a bit more of a clearing in the forest. He ached, pain from walking and scars he knew. Archie stopped behind a bush and rested. He took out the new water he'd collected at the stream only minutes ago and drank thirstily. He decided it was time for a nap, and he'd start fresh in a few hours. But then he heard a silent movement from somewhere, and stopped breathing. He was still as a statue, and waited. It must've been a squirrel or something, but it sounded bigger. Then there was a loud TWANG and an arrow zipped past his head. It had barely missed and he was about to jump out of the way when another arrow soared by, almost hitting his abdomen this time. He quickly scrambled to his feet but an arrow blocked his way up as it soared over his head. He finally got his chance to shout out, when an arrow was flung at him again.
He heard a shout that cried, "Look out!" but it was too late. It hit him right in the arm, causing more blood to flow. It hurt indescribably, but he was used to this pain. So he just took the arrow, and pulled it out. He walked over to the archer, and gasped. Standing, face to face, was Archie and his long lost friend, Atlanta. They smiled at each other, and hugged. Archie grimaced at the feeling of her arm on his, but said nothing. She looked at him and smiled brightly, beginning to talk. "Archie what the heck are you doing here? You know you're not supposed to be in the hunting grounds! Are you okay I didn't mean to hit you! I thought maybe you were a fox or something but-" she stopped talking when she saw his grim face, smiling but not a happy one. She studied him, looking at his arm, then his body, then his bag. She shook her head a little trying to figure it out.
"Archie, what's going on? Why are you all, you know?" She was so puzzled she didn't know what else to say. He smiled a little more, but still no happiness was found in his face. He sighed, and told her to come sit down with her. She looked at his arm, thinking they should attend to it first. But he sat her down by the trunk of a tree and told her from the very beginning. He started at when he turned 18 on his birthday, the day they defeated Cronus, he'd received a letter to say he could move in with his step-father, his only close relative left. So he did, and the minute he arrived it started. He was disarmed, put down, and treated like an animal. He told his life story from 18 to 21, and she listened in horror.
When he was finished, she stared with an open mouth and teary eyes. He sighed again and showed her his most recent scars, still scabby and covered in blood. She cried slowly, and he gave her a hug. He was surprised, and thought it was him who'd needed comforting. But here he was, soothing his long lost friend- and life long love. He then released her and she choked out, "So you're running away because you were-" she stopped because she didn't want to say it aloud. "Yup, because I was abused." They hugged again, and he somehow felt like he wasn't only comforting, but being comforted. Because now he knew, he had someone to count on. Someone to love.
That was chapter 1, and I hope you liked it! I'll be updating as soon as I can, so plz keep an eye out for when I get chapter 2 up. Plz R&R, and thanx again!
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