I wake up to Miles and Stans smiling faces over my head. I had spent the night on Mile's couch.
"What time is it?" I ask tiredly "10:00am" Miles answers "but it's Saturday so we have something planned for today." "Fine," I say "what are we doing?" "Well we are going to-" Stan starts but Miles elbows him hard in the ribs "Ow! Dude what's your problem?" He asks shoving Miles "You aren't supposed to tell her remember?"
"Oh yeah." He says as if he just remembered a big surprise. Which knowing Miles he probably has. And I hate surprises.
"Miles..." I say in a whiny voice "you know I hate surprises." "Yeah but you'll love this one." "Fine," I say "but I'm not happy about this."
"Yeah," Stan says with a smirk "we know."
They lead me to some cave they must have found.
Caves. I love caves, but it's not like I can own one or anything.
"Hey guys, I love caves and all but I'm a little confused." I say lifting a eyebrow "Oh just shut up." Miles says "close your eyes. I sigh and close my eyes obediently.
Miles takes one of my arms and Stan takes the other. They lead me inside the cave. At least I think they do, I can't really see anything because Miles put his hand over my eyes invade I opened them. Which I did.
We stop and Miles takes his hand away and says "Open up!" I open my eyes and gasp. There are shelves full of books everywhere. The cave is lit with vintage light bulbs. I don't know where they get electricity though. At the moment I don't care. There is a couch and a couple of chairs.
"Happy Birthday!!" They say in unison. I actually forgot it was my birthday. I am now 17. "Oh my God!" I squeal "I can't believe it!!" I hug them both. "This is so sick! Thank you so much!" This is literally the nicest thing someone has ever done for me. I have my own library. But it's only for me and my friends.
They had some cream soda in a crate. We drank it and hung out for a while.
"I'm not even gonna ask how you guys did all this." I say "it must have been a lot of work."
"Anything for our bestie." Miles says with a wink. "So where is Bethany, Michael and James?" I ask. "Oh they are meeting us at the skate park." Miles says "actually we should probably go." "Okay."
We walk outside and I take another look to make sure it is real. Then we start toward the park.
As we reach the skate park Bethany, Michael, and James all ran up and give me hugs and say "Happy birthday!!" The sun is out, it's beautiful and warm.
Play some football in the open field that is next to the skate park. I am on a team with Stan and Michael. I'm QB because they don't want to.
"Hike!" I say and Stan passes the ball to me. I hold it for a few seconds then throw it to Stan who is in the end zone, it's a little high. He jumps high and catches it. My team all cheers and I say "That's game!"
We start walking back to our houses. We only live a few blocks a part from each other. We drop everyone else at their houses first, than its just me and Miles again. I feel anxiety starting to come over me as we start up my driveway towards my house. My hands start to shake and I clench them into fists so they won't.
"Are you okay to go in there?" Miles asks "Umm.... Yeah." I say hesitantly "I could always come with you." "No, I'll be fine." "Okay I'm just down the street if you need me." He says giving me a hug. I shake my head in response. As he starts to walk away I say "And Miles," he turns around, "thanks again." He nods and walks away.
I turn towards my house door and open it taking a deep breath. The door creaks open.
It's quiet inside. Almost to quiet. You could hear a pin drop. I'm confused. It hasn't been this quiet in years. My parents are usually arguing.
My Father walks in "Where the hell have you been?!" He screams at me. I flinch and say hesitantly "I was out with some friends." But he didn't actually care.
He grabs my shoulders and slams me hard against the wall. I cried out in pain. He grabs my hair and threw me to the ground. I tried to catch myself but was not fast enough. I land on my face causing a crackling pain in my nose. Blood starts to pour out of it. He grabs hold of my hair again and I try to wrench free but his hold is to strong. I scream as he smashes my head into the wall once, twice, three times.
The everything went black.
I woke up on the floor with dry blood on my face and a headache that came from hell. I sit up slowly. The room is spinning and I can't see straight. I groan as a try to stand, using the wall for support. I can't stay here. I need to get some things from my room before I leave. But the world won't stop spinning. I sink to the floor and crawl over to the stairs. Why is there so many stairs. I start to crawl up the staircase. Everything hurts. I finally make it to my room. I try to stand up again but as soon as a do I fall back down.
I grab my duffle bag and manage to get everything I think I will need into it. I don't think I can make it out of the house or anywhere after that. So I pull out my iPhone and text Miles. All I say is "help" I can only hope that is what was sent because I cannot focus on anything. In an instant I get a message from him saying he is coming. Or at least I think that's what it says. I try to stand one more time but I can't even make it to my feet this time. So I just lay there on my side in a ball hoping Miles will get here soon.
Five minutes later I hear the door open then slam shut. "Tristan?!" Miles voice echoes through the house "Miles." I croak. I'm almost positive he won't be able to here me. I hear his footsteps on the stairs, the sound hurts my head. He enters my room and sees me there on the floor, blood covering parts of my face and in my hair. "Oh my god, Tristan." He says kneeling beside me, "what the hell happened?" I can hear anger in his voice. All I say is that I have to leave and I try to get up, but he doesn't let me. He gently pushes me down and tells me not to get up. He grabs my bag and swings it over his shoulder. He then bends down and gently lifts me into his arms like I weigh nothing. I put my arms around his neck and hide my face in his shoulder. His familiar smell makes me feel safe.
When we arrive at his house he carries me to his room and lays me on his bed and leaves. He comes back a few minutes later with a damp rag and starts to clean my face with it. It stings, and I cringe. After he is done with that he pulls a blanket over me and tells me to get some rest. "I'll be right outside." He says as he exits the room. I immediately fall asleep.
I wake up screaming from a nightmare, sitting up really fast. As I do my abdominal area hurts. That's strange, I don't remember him hitting my in the abdomen. I lift my shirt and see black and purple all over. From what I gather he kept beating me after I blacked out. My head still hurts, but the world isn't spinning anymore. I groan as a stand steadying myself against the bed.
After a few moments I decide to go look for Miles. I go into the lager portion of his room and don't see him. He must be upstairs. Just as I'm about to go up the stairs I see him come down. He sees me and says "Hey," and gives me a hug "how are you holding up?" A sarcastic laugh comes out of my mouth "I'm wonderful!" I say as I start to cry. "I'm sorry. I just... It's just..." I can't finish because I'm crying to hard. I usually never cry, but I just can't push it down anymore. I trust Miles but I see crying as a weakness. "Hey," Miles says rubbing my back "it's going to be okay." He sits down on the couch and pulls me into his lap. "You're going to be alright." He whispers. We sit there for a long time. Until I have to more tears to shed.
Miles and I are eating lunch when I blurt out, "I have to leave." "What?" He says confused. "I can't stay here anymore." He looks at me with a worried face "where would you go? Not far, right?" "I don't know where. All I know is I can't stay here. I can't handle it, okay? I can't live one more day in that house with that man." I look down. I can't look at his face right now. "I'm sorry." I say. Almost inaudible. "Tristan," he sighs and lifts my chin so I have to look into his piercing blue eyes "please... Please don't. You're my best friend. I don't know what I would do if you left." I look away and say "I know and I'm sorry, I really am. I'm just so scared of him." "But what about your mom?" He says trying to convince me "she still has to live there, right? Maybe it will get better, maybe-" I cute him off before he can finish "This wasn't the first time!" I yell angrily. "What?" Miles says looking puzzled "This wasn't the first time he hit me." I say more clearly "But you never told me?" "I know and I'm sorry about that. I trust you, I do. It's just... How am I supposed to tell you about something I'm trying to forget?" Miles looks at me, "I'm sorry. I didn't know. But you don't have to leave you could stay here." I look at him "I have to Miles." He grabs our paper plates and throws them in the trash and looks out the window above the sink, "then I'm going to go with you." This shocks me a little. "What?" I say confused. "You heard me. If you're leaving I'm going too." A smile spreads across my face " For real?" "Yeah!" He says laughing. "You think I'm going to let you go across the country without me? Fat chance!" He is the best friend I could ever ask for. "Thank you," I say standing up and giving him a hug. "Thank you so much."
I didn't want to travel alone anyways. I feel save with him.