Blood's filling up my mouth as I run out of my house. I'm not going back there ever again and this time I mean it! I'm not a very fast runner and cross country has never been my thing (mines more short distance and skill) I'm slowly slowing down. I push myself further, going into a golf course.
I stop. God, I need to get into a running work out thing! I spit the blood out of my mouth and then put my hand to my face. Ouch! I hate him! I bet there's a big, wine bottle shaped, bruise on my face. Man, this hurts.
I look up and see some kids around my age (16) maybe I can pretend to be with them and hide if he comes. Hopefully I won't be noticed.