3. Chapter 3
The light flickered in through the window. I look at the clock and it's only 3 in the morning. "Good luck going to sleep now Gracie." I say to myself. I hop into my clothes then Leave a note on my door saying that I'm on a run.
My dad will probably kill me if he wakes up sees I'm gone. I don't care enough to hid my arm bruises because it's 3 and I don't think anyone's up, let alone outside.
The fresh air felt so good in my skin. It's usually covered up. I just let myself go and ran. I ran as fast as I could go.
"Gracie!" A voice rang. I turned around to face the voice. It was Jackson. My face turned pale.
"Where did you get those bruises?" He questioned. For a second I thought a saw concern on his eyes, but it quickly left. I was speechless. "Do you have another bully?" He asked. "Did I do that?"
"Jackson, since when do you care." I said simply. "Since I found you running covered in bruises and scars."
"GRACIE?" I hear a voice yell. I recognize it as my dad's. My eyes widen, he woke up and found out I was gone.
I start sprinting back to my house.
"Gracie!?" I hear Jackson yell, but I don't even think about about turning back.
I reach my room, take the note off my door and slip into bed. My dad knocked harshly on the door. I mess up my hair and hesitantly answer.
"You can't just leave!" He shouts. "What do you mean?" I say innocently. "On a run?" He shouts.
"Oh sorry I left that on my door from last night when you were at work."
I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. "Next time take it down." He said harshly. "Now get ready for school."