They Changed My Life, chapter 12
<p>Seeing the sneering face of my sister, my heart sank. I knew this wasn't going to be pretty. I could see that she had a black eye, which made a small feeling of triumph flare up inside of me, but then I realized that she could do whatever she wanted to me. We were all alone.<br />"You think you can just give me a black eye in front of my friends and then skip off to your little boyfriends' house? I don't think so. Now, I want an apology, and I want one now."<br /> She emphasized the last word by painfully slamming my shoulders into the wall.<br />"Sorry," I spit out bitterly.<br />"Listen here little sister-when I said I wanted an apology, I meant I wanted one with feeling."<br />I finally managed to say 'Sorry' without any sarcasm or rage. She released her grip on me, and I stepped away from her.
<br />"Oh...and one more thing-"<br />I looked up too late to realize that my sister's hand was reaching out for me. She slapped me with all she had (which was actually a lot,) her ring tearing my face. I could feel blood begin to bubble down my face. She surveyed her work, and obviously feeling good enough about it, Elizabeth walked off. A drop of blood rolled down my cheek, and as I reached up to vrush it away, I realized that it was a tear. That's the only tear I shed then. <br />I was numb as I went into my bedroom and laid, stomach down, on my bed. I felt another bead of liquid roll down my face, and it dropped onto my pillow. I looked at the red stain slowly spreading. How could I get away from this? I was stuck with my sister for a whole week. Without thinking, I grabbed my duffel bag from the closet. As I shoved essentials into the bag, lightning flashed, making my bedroom lights flicker. Rain began to patter on the roof, as dreary as my mood. I cautiously opened the door. If my sister caught me, I was screwed. <br />I slowly crept to the front door; my shoulders still aching from my sister's gripping fingers. As I stepped outside, I broke into a run. Without even thinking, I knew where I was going. I was going to Billie Joe's. </p>
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<p>I found the house without too much trouble, and at this point I had tears streaming down my face. I assumed that the rain (which was still pouring,) had washed most, if not all, of the blood off of my face. I knocked on the door, desperately hoping that someone was home. The door opened and I saw Billie Joe peer out into the rain. Then I got a slap in the face. Laurie was behind him, wearing almost nothing.<br />"Estelle! Oh shit-what's wrong?"<br />Billie Joe tried to pull me into the house, but I ripped free of his grasp.I thought that me and him had had something, but I looked again at Laurie, whose lips had curled into a grin. I could see Mike and Tre' enter the room.<br />
"Just stay away from me, Billie Joe," I spat.<br />I ran, for the second time that night, except this time I wouldn't be going anywhere.<br />Billie Joe closed the door and slumped against it.<br /> "Holy fuck," he muttered. Laurie tried to hug him, but he brushed her off and collapsed onto the couch.<br />"What're you doing, man?" Mike exclaimed. "She's out alone in the streets of Berkeley! Did you happen to see that gash across her face? It was huge!"<br />"I know man," Billie Joe groaned.<br />"Then why aren't you going after her?" Mike asked vehemently.</p>
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<p>I had made up my mind. This betrayal stung, and it hurt even worse piled on top of my fucked up past. I stood on the edge of the Golden Gate Bridge, staring down into the icy depths of the ocean. Amazing how I had fought so hard for my life, and now I was about to commit suicide. I raised my head as I felt the breeze blow through my hair one last time.</p>
<br />"Oh...and one more thing-"<br />I looked up too late to realize that my sister's hand was reaching out for me. She slapped me with all she had (which was actually a lot,) her ring tearing my face. I could feel blood begin to bubble down my face. She surveyed her work, and obviously feeling good enough about it, Elizabeth walked off. A drop of blood rolled down my cheek, and as I reached up to vrush it away, I realized that it was a tear. That's the only tear I shed then. <br />I was numb as I went into my bedroom and laid, stomach down, on my bed. I felt another bead of liquid roll down my face, and it dropped onto my pillow. I looked at the red stain slowly spreading. How could I get away from this? I was stuck with my sister for a whole week. Without thinking, I grabbed my duffel bag from the closet. As I shoved essentials into the bag, lightning flashed, making my bedroom lights flicker. Rain began to patter on the roof, as dreary as my mood. I cautiously opened the door. If my sister caught me, I was screwed. <br />I slowly crept to the front door; my shoulders still aching from my sister's gripping fingers. As I stepped outside, I broke into a run. Without even thinking, I knew where I was going. I was going to Billie Joe's. </p>
***
<p>I found the house without too much trouble, and at this point I had tears streaming down my face. I assumed that the rain (which was still pouring,) had washed most, if not all, of the blood off of my face. I knocked on the door, desperately hoping that someone was home. The door opened and I saw Billie Joe peer out into the rain. Then I got a slap in the face. Laurie was behind him, wearing almost nothing.<br />"Estelle! Oh shit-what's wrong?"<br />Billie Joe tried to pull me into the house, but I ripped free of his grasp.I thought that me and him had had something, but I looked again at Laurie, whose lips had curled into a grin. I could see Mike and Tre' enter the room.<br />
"Just stay away from me, Billie Joe," I spat.<br />I ran, for the second time that night, except this time I wouldn't be going anywhere.<br />Billie Joe closed the door and slumped against it.<br /> "Holy fuck," he muttered. Laurie tried to hug him, but he brushed her off and collapsed onto the couch.<br />"What're you doing, man?" Mike exclaimed. "She's out alone in the streets of Berkeley! Did you happen to see that gash across her face? It was huge!"<br />"I know man," Billie Joe groaned.<br />"Then why aren't you going after her?" Mike asked vehemently.</p>
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<p>I had made up my mind. This betrayal stung, and it hurt even worse piled on top of my fucked up past. I stood on the edge of the Golden Gate Bridge, staring down into the icy depths of the ocean. Amazing how I had fought so hard for my life, and now I was about to commit suicide. I raised my head as I felt the breeze blow through my hair one last time.</p>
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