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I look at Celia frantically trying to make dinner, squeezing the ketchup, cooking the burger meat, cutting bread, and crying. She wipes a tear away from her face and looks down, knowing she needs some space I go to my room, but instead of being all casual I run, in case I bump into Kevin, now that would be a mistake.
I sprint up the creaky wooden stairs, thumping each time I slam my foot on one, I knew he would come and see what I was doing, yell and slap me. So I got faster, but each time the sound grew louder and louder until I was finally up there, but was greeted to his "wonderful" face.
I stared into his brown hair then looked at his messed brown hair. He notices I am not saying anything so he starts it. "Get out of my way." He growls.
I stay there, motionless feeling like I was floating. "I said, Get out of my way. Want to test it Missy?" I remembered how when they abdoted me they called me Missy, but it was all sweet and kind, but now he turned it around into harsh low voices and sounded like he wanted to kill me. He shoves me, awaking me from my deep thought. I yip a little from pain. "Move." he growls again, and I move to the side enough for him to be able to get by. He walks down but by the way he is walking you could tell his next pray, Celia.
I heard a yip not even a minute later from the dinning room and I rush down the stairs to check on her, she is on the ground crying. Her left cheek was red and swollen and Kevin was just sitting at the table eatting his burger like a slob like he wasn't even in a room with a women who was hurt and a child who was about to scream. I rushed to her side and see Kevin jump out of his seat, my symbol to get the hell out of there. I rush upstairs, and know exactly what I have to do, hit the streets.
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I throw clothes into the small travel bag and shove blankets, and a pillow into it, I start to cry knowing poor Celia will have to deal with it alone, but I know she will do as I am, leaving her own family alone. I grab the items and host it over my shoulder, that still had pain shooting up the sides form being shoved into the door. I moaned as more weight was put on it when I stuffed some food into the zipped parts. I ripped open my draws and got some bottles of water and the little cash amount I had. I left my cellphone so nobody could track me, or contact me.
I start to jog down the stairs until I hear Celia scream, so I have to run into the doorway quietly and tip toed so I can make a quick escapee. She is on the floor again but not her arms are red up and down and all of her face, he was worse today. I ran, far far away out that door, out all the doors until I felt the cold air make goosebumps rise onto my skin. I sucked in the air, the fresh air, instead if the hot air I have been breathing for 8 months now.
I whisper to myself. "Welcome home myself."
