Pov (Ashley)
I woke up this morning to the sun shining through my windows and stinging my eyes after mom ripped away the curtains. "Ash! I thought I told you I wanted my room cleaned!" She yelled as she started tearing apart my room. "Mom, stop!" I cried out. Mom continued to rip my blankets off my bed then walked out of my room. I stumbled out of bed and started to try and clean up my room after that, there were books everywhere and my blankets were on the ground, I started picking up my blankets and setting them back on the bed when I pulled one up and revealed that she ended up breaking my favorite music box, it was a music box my grandmother gave to be when I was little, it had a little ballerina that would spin around while the music played. But the head broke off. I started crying, curled into a ball on the ground hugging the box. Mom came back into my room and kicked my side. "Get up bitch, why are you down there?" I lifted up my head holding up the broken ballerina. "Oh it's just a stupid toy you cry baby!" She snatched the music box out of my hand and dropped it into the trash. "Now get up and clean my room, I want it done before I'm home, I'm have someone over tonight and I don't want you embarrassing me, you understand me?" She growled. I slowly nodded my head as the tears continued to roll down my cheeks. I staggered onto my feet and reached into the garbage to pull the ballerina out of the trash. I took a little rag and wrapped it around the music box and laid it on my dresser. I heard the front door close and took a look out the window and saw moms car pulling out of the driveway. I slowly walked back to moms room and stood in the doorway looking at the complete mess her room was. I let out a sigh. "Here we go".
(Four hours later)
I finished cleaning moms room and got it all sweats and made her bed. It looked amazing. But I think it's about time that I had something to eat. I walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge to try and find something. But to no avail, there wasn't anything, mom doesn't usually go food shopping cause she leaches off all the men she sees for them to buy her dinner and stuff like that. I went into my room and opened my sock drawer and took out a little box that I use to hide the little money I'm able to save from mom. I took some money out and called the local pizza place and order a small pizza to here. They said said it like be about 10-15 minutes so I decided to clean up my room a little more while I wait. A few minutes passed by and I looked at the clock and and saw that it was already 6:37pm "damn it's gotten late." I sighed. Just as I said that I heard a car pull "Ooo that must be my pizza!" I raced to the door but before I could grab the door nob mom walked through and I ran into her. "I'm so sorry mom, I'm so sorry I didn't mean to" I pleaded. I looked up and saw mom standing there with a man behind her as she raised her had and slapped me across the face " Watch where the fuck you're going, why the hell were you in such a rush to get to the door, not like you have a life waiting for you out there!" I help my hand to my face and fought to hold back the tears. Mom grabbed me by the hair and drug me to my room. I tried grabbing onto her arm or stand to relieve the pressure but i couldn't. She dropped my on my bedroom floor and slammed the door behind her and locked it from the out side. "I'm so sorry you had to see that, she seem to think it's some kind of game to try and ruin everything, she's a "sick" girl" she spoke to the man. I laid there crying for a bit and screamed into my pillow to muffle the sound "I HATE YOU SO MUCH I WISH YOU WOULD JUST DIE!"
A couple more minutes passed and I had a little time to think to myself. What if I just, ran away? Anywhere would be better than here. I don't care where. I stood up and reached into my closet and pulled out a small backpack, I couldn't fit much into it but I managed to squeeze a pair of sweatpants, some panties and some socks and a couple T-shirts, and of course I couldn't forget my music box. I threw on my hoodie and jeans and and got my shoes all laced up. And pulled up my window, there was a screen in the window but I just pushed on and and it popped right out. I slung my backpack over my shoulder and crawled out the window, quietly closing it behind me. It was dark by now but I carefully stepped downs the roof and when I got to the edge. "Okay, 1... 2... 3..." I dropped off the roof and my legs buckled slamming my butt on the ground, it was only an eight foot drone but still didn't feel good. I whipped off my pants and started running down the side walk. As I was running I looked back and say the pizza guy pulling into our driveway. "No turning back now" I huffed and kept running on.
