When I was 3 years old my mother caught canser. The illness got very serious and she died a year later. A few months before I turned 5 my father started drinking. He got very abusive so you always had brusis. One day when I was 12 I desided to run away from home. I was an only child so the only person I had to get past was my drunk dad. I crept down the creeky stairs, my eyes derecting to the door. Suddenly a black figure came out from a corner. He had found me! There was nowhere to run! I couldn't hide. He came closer to me. I ran as fast as I could to the door! It was locked. I tried to undo the lock in time, but a ruff, bare hand clutched my arm. "Y/N" my dad slurd. I could feel his warm breath on my neck. A whisper of "I'm sorry" was all that could come out of my mouth. He brought me to my room hitting, screaming, curseing constantly...
...had had locked me out of my own room.....
... What do I do? ....
...do I cry?...
No I can't!
I run to the door to see if it's locked, what was I expecting of course it was.
It's been a few months since that day. It's winter now. I head out to go to school but I don't.
I run. I knew the city pritty well so I decided to go to a bakery shop. They would have heat and it's only about 45 minutes to walk there in snow. When I was about a quarter away from the bakers shop a black truck pulled up on the rode they rolled down the window and said "Y/N? What are you doing out here in the cold? Shouldn't you be at school? Get in the car ill drive you to school." You were so confused. You really focused your eyes on who was in the driver's seat. "Grandma?" It was her. You opened the door to the car and got in. She wasted no time she amedetly asked "why are you not at school? Did your father not drive you their?" I replied coldly with a blind "no". Then you continued on and told her the whole story. After you finneshed talking grandma replied "OK I believe you I have seen him many times drinking to much. Come home with me." you stayed a few nights and your dad didn't even know you were gone.
I'm 14 now, dad's in a rehab I think it's good for him. I'm going to move to Japan for high school. I'm going to live in a dorm with students for a different school since I'm the only one who needs to stay in a dorm. Everyone else lives by the school.
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