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after a long shift at work, i made my way home only to be greeted by silence. where are they, they usually wait up for me. i thought. well, they wait for my money.
"mum, dad!" no answer
i probably shouldn't have shouted that. don't want a repeat of last time. i had a hard time covering the bruises.
i made my way up the stairs into my room and there was a note attached to my door.
we've gone out, leave the money on emilys dresser we'll be back by 10
even though this has been going on since i turned 16 and was able to work it still hurts knowing they don't view me as a child anymore. not even as a child, i don't care about that anymore. they don't view me as their own child. im used to it but it still hurts sometimes.
i wake up to the man who i called my dad screaming my name so i put some clothes on and rushed downstairs. as i got down the stairs i walked into the front room. i was grabbed by my hair and thrown to the ground the slapped across the face.
"didn't i tell you to leave the money on the dresser," he shouted as he proceed to kick me and then spit on me.
"huh! answer me you pezzo di merda! i do everything for you and you can't follow a simple instruction. i should have got rid of you when i had a chance. you're a fucking disappointment. go to your- no, the room i let you stay in and if i see you come out i will beat you till your black and blue!" he screamed in my face as he kicked me then pulled me up by my shirt and pushed me to the door. (piece of shit)
i could still smell the strong smell of alcohol on his breath and cigarettes on his clothes lingering. i made up my mind i would grow some balls and tonight would be the night.
tonight was the night i would leave this place forever.
i grabbed my bag and started to stuff all my belongings in it, i almost started crying looking at how everything i own fits in a gym bag. i go to my bedside, find my notebook and write a letter to my mamma.
to mamma
by the time you're reading this, i will be gone. don't worry about me too much. i'll be back for you soon, to save you from that man. i know about them; I found the album. Iim going to look for them and make sure they're safe. please stay safe. ti voglio bene mamma. (i love you mamma)
-X
i run over to my closet and pull through the back to find my stash. i grabbed my spare phone, passport, album, and the secret money I had been saving and ran over to my window. looking back to make sure I locked the door and clicked the window open and jumped.
not looking back, i ran the 2 miles into town without stopping once. when I reached, i hailed a taxi and tell him to drive me to the airport.
