Ch 3. AnthonyOpening the crack of my car window, I stuck my head out. My eyes shut as I immersed myself into the clean air of the unknown.She cried silent sobs of desperation as he stalked away and out the door. Clutching my pillow, I peeked out the window and saw my father drive off into the distance. This has been one of very many times he's done this. But I know he'll come back eventually, eventually....eventually.My mom held her wedding picture, one I have never even seen. She must have been digging around to have it now."God, why? Why? WHY?!" she shrieked into the chilling silence. I slowly closed my door and crawled back to bed. My eyes closed
Ch. 4 Our Demons We drove further for a few more hours. Making small talk here and there, filling up the silence. Well, it was mostly me chatting and him listening."Okay, I've been babbling for, like, nonstop. I'll shut up now.""No , it's okay. I like hearing you talk, you're pretty interesting for a runaway," he replied, "As are most, I suppose.""It's just...I don't like silence, isn't it awkward for you?"Anthony looked down, "Uh, I guess it's because...I don't know, there are so many people who talk and their words end up being worthless. And the few who listen, who really listen, and when they do speak, it's like you hang on their every word. Th