Dont come back.

                                    

                                          
Am I dead? I feel like I can't move.
                          
After what felt like hours of laying there, I eventually found the courage to get up. I snuck to my bathroom which was just next door to my room and cleaned myself up. Everything hurts, I just want to die right here, right now.
                          
I examined my face in the mirror, a bruise already formed on the cheek that he kept hitting. I held my hand on it gently, trying not to sob but failing. I changed into new clothes and quickly rushed back into my room, locking the door. 
                          
I then remembered that Sam had texted me and I never responded. I needed her. I couldn't stay here anymore. I grabbed my phone and stared at her message contemplating what I should say.
                          
- yes, I'm fine.- I responded, telling a blatant lie. I then sent another text. 
                          
-But can you please come get me, I'll be waiting outside.- i asked, hoping her response would be yes.
                          
She replied quickly, saying yes and saying that she'd be there in a few minutes. I grabbed a bag and began to pack everything I would need. Clothes, money, everything. I can't stay here any longer.
                          
I got changed into some decent clothes and put on a few dabs of makeup to hide the bruise that Rocco planted on me. I didn't want Sam to know, not yet. I grabbed my bag and everything I needed and left my room.
                          
I noticed my mothers room door was closed, so I felt at ease while sneaking past it. I figured that Rocco was either still in there, or had already left. I snuck downstairs and was about to open the front door when I was pulled back by somebody grabbing my wrist. 
                          
I yelped in pain as I dropped my phone. Turning around to see who did that, my heart sunk as I looked up and my eyes met Roccos. He was drunk, drunker than he was when he raped me. He had a cigarette in his mouth which fell out when he smiled at me.
                          
That sickening feeling in my stomach immediately came back, this time it was not only triggered by his presence but by the smell of cigarettes as well. 
"Where do you think you're going this late?" He asked, his eyes looking at my body instead of my eyes.
                          
I didn't want to respond so I pulled my arm away from him instead. He tighten his grip and pulled me back harshly. He pulled me, slamming me into the wall of the stairwell. My bag and phone sliding across the floor because I dropped them. I cried as my legs gave out on me, the pain causing a shockwave through my body. Why can't he just leave me alone? 
                          
"N-nowhere. I just needed some fresh air." I created a stupid lie, hoping he would back off. He pulled me up by my neck, his grip tightening as he spat words in my face. "Answer me when I talk to you the first time bitch." He said, using his other hand to strangle me before letting me go, dropping my body to the floor. I desperately gasped for air as my phone buzzed on the floor.
                          
I tried to crawl to get it but he got to it before me, reading the notification that popped up on the screen. I hoped to god it wasn't Sam, but it was.
                          
"Im outside, where are you?" He read out loud. "I thought you said nowhere, you little lying bitch." He said as he dropped my phone and walked over to me. I mustered up all my strength to get to the door before he could get to me. I barely grabbed the door handle before being pulled back and slammed onto the floor. He got on top of me and pinned my hands down, using his other hand to punch me.
                          
"Rocco, leave the girl alone would you?" I heard my mom yell, I managed to see her figure standing behind us. Why won't she help me? "Your bitch of a daughter is trying to leave." He said as he punched me one last time before motioning over to my bag on the floor.
                          
My mom sighed. "If she wants to leave, let her leave." She said as she walked over to us and handed Rocco a beer. "Cmon, let's get back in bed." He finally got off of me and roughly grabbed the beer out of my mothers hands. He left to go upstairs and my mother followed, she waited until Rocco was out of sight before pausing to look at me laying on the floor.
                          
She scoffed. "If you're leaving.. don't come back Atlas." She stayed for a few seconds and then went upstairs with Rocco. 
                          
My body pounded with pain, I heard my phone buzz a few more times. Sam was waiting on me. I tried my best to get up but my body didn't let me. Blood dripped out of my nose, my eyes felt heavy and it hurt to breathe.
                          
Sams POV
                          
It's been atleast 10 minutes and Atlas still wasn't out here. That's it, I'm going in. I walked up to the door. There was no doorbell and the lock was broken. So, I turned the doorknob and gently pushed the door open. My heart dropped when I saw Atlas laying on the floor, gripping her sides. She flinched when she saw me.
                          
"Sam?" She weakly called out. I rushed towards her and anger built inside of me once I got a better look of her. Her faced was bruised, there was blood draining out of her nose and it was smeared on her face. Her eyes were red, probably from crying. She reached out for my hand and I grabbed onto her. 
                          
"Atlas w-" she stopped me. "please Sam, no questions please. Just.. we need to leave." She begged. I wanted to ignore her so badly, but I also didn't want to make her feel worse than she probably already was. So I listened. I helped her up, grabbing her phone and bag. I put her arm over my shoulder.. and we left.
                          
The car ride was dead silent. The occasional sniff coming from Atlas. I kept looking over to make sure she was still awake. When we reached my house I pulled out my first aid kit and treated her. 
                          
She held a tissue to her nose while I ran a wipe over her face to get off the blood. I froze when I ran my wipe across her cheek and it revealed a huge bruise. I felt my eyes well with tears as we made eye contact, she knew I saw it. "It's okay Sam. I'm okay." She weakly smiled.
                          
"Atlas no... fuck." I said as I turned away so I didn't see her anymore. I stopped myself from crying but I felt anger continuing to build in me. 
"Who the fuck.. who the actual fuck hurt you? Did your mother do this? Huh?" I asked hearing my voice break as I turned around to face her again, the anger finally starting to trickle out. She nodded. "She didn't, please it's oka-"
                          
"Stop fucking saying it's okay!" I accidentally yelled. She flinched. Shit. I'm scaring her. I instantly calmed down as I put my hand on hers, she was so tense and scared, I knew I fucked up. "I'm sorry." I said before giving up and continuing to wipe her face.
                          
She looked down, avoiding eye contact. I treated the rest of her bruises and she fell asleep shortly afterwards. I laid next to her, staying up for a while before finally able to fall asleep.