It's five minutes until midnight. I can hear the sound of Dad snoring from the room over. If I make a single sound, if I knock anything off of the shelves, if I cough or sneeze, it's game over. I unzip my backpack quietly, folding in two pairs of jeans and two Billie Eilish shirts, plus my Billie Eilish hoodie. Then I grab two of my favorite books to keep me busy before walking over to my window and opening it up. I look down at the bush below, gazing up at me. My enemy. I would bring my phone but he could track where I am. So goodbye Billie Eilish.
I drop down out of the window and land in the bush. Miraculously, I don't injure myself. I smile and stand up, taking off, glad to be free from the prison that was once my home. Now I don't have a home is the only problem. I could go to an adoption center, but there's a chance he could find me there. Plus I might not get adopted at all. But at least I'll have a bed, warm water to bathe in, and some friends to talk to. And I might get a new family, too. A mom and a dad — one who isn't abusive or alcoholic. One who's actually loving — and alive, for that matter!
But for now, it's too late for me to do anything. It's officially midnight at this point. There's nowhere to go. I walk towards the park and put my backpack down on the bench as a pillow, resting my head down. I blink a few times, attempting to rid the few tears that have gathered in my eyes. Some escape, however. I close my eyes, praying that nothing bad can come my way and that everything will be okay. I fall into a deep slumber, preparing myself for when morning comes.
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Adopted by Billie Eilish
أدب الهواةBrooke Davies is only twelve years old and is forced to be a servant to her drunk and abusive father on the outskirts of Los Angeles. She's been through all kinds of torture and has thought many times about ending her life. The only person keeping h...
