The Runaway

Chapter 1: The Stories and Missions

“Don’t even touch me,” I said to my drunken father. All he ever did was drink, ever since the incident. My mom and twin brother died when I was only four. On our birthday to be exact. They were driving to pick up our cake from the bakery, along with the pizza and ice cream for us and our friends. My name is Cassi. My dad had abused me, verbally and physically, ever since my mom and brother died. He would always be drunk, or high.

I started starving myself. He would never go out to buy food. Every few months he would go out to get food, but then he’d just eat it all himself. Its like he never cared. But he once was a great dad, when my mom was alive. Everytime he tries to hurt me, my older sister would help me. She’s pulled a knife on him before when he slapped me hard against the face. But she never actually did anything. Her name is Violet. Violet was known around here for getting in fights. She’s only that way because she has to fight my dad so he won’t harm me.

One time he broke her arm and I had to call an ambulance. He sold the computer that our mom got us in order to pay the hospital bill. He blamed me for breaking her arm.

Violet is 18 and she has to work to pay the bills, because Mr. Drunken won’t. My dad doesn’t work, doesn’t do anything. All he does all day is drink and get stoned and play poker. Anyway, my dad tried to hit me. He yelled at me and told me that everything was my fault. I knew that nothing was my fault, that he was only drunk, maybe even high, but I still let it get to me. I knew that he loved me, he was just always drunk. He used to be my best friend.

I used to have a twin brother, but he was in the car with our mom when the drunk driver ran into the car. Violet was in the car too, but she survived. I currently don't have any friends, because my best friend's mom said that she couldn't come to my house because of my dad. I used to have a bunch of friends, but my dad changed that. I used to love my dad, but now he’s just a total ass hole. I’m currently 15 and my my mom died when I was four.

I have put up with my dads bullshit since I was five. My dad was sane until the year after she died. I believe that my dad still loves me, he just doesn’t like to sober up, if he does, he’ll remember what happened to my mother and brother. My father just punched me and gave me a bloody nose and black eye. Violet is out with her boyfriend. I’m holding pills in my hand, wondering, if I do it, what will come out of it. Who will I save? Easy. Myself. I’ll be done getting abused by dad. Life will be better. I still decided not to kill myself. I only didn’t do it because I realized I could run away. I could run away from all the torture I’d ever been put through by my father. There was only one problem: Where would I go?

I couldn’t even believe I had never thought about running away before. I wouldn’t have had to go through so much bad stuff in my life if I would’ve just ran away before. I grabbed a few small bags from my closet and started packing them with clothes, any food that was left, my hair brush, anything I could find that would be useful. I had gotten my driver’s license because Violet wanted me to be able to drive incase I really needed to get away from dad.

I snuck downstairs, knowing my dad would be in his room sleeping. I used the phone to call Violet and tell her to get home right away, that we needed to get out of the house and away from dad. She said she would be home right away. About seven minutes later, Violet walked in the door. “Go pack up the things that you need,” I told her, “we are getting away from that man as soon as possible. She ran up the stairs and into her room, grabbing the things that she needs and putting them into her four bags.