Escape

Prologue.

It all started when my mom died. Ill admit... I had a pretty good life until that happened. I had food in my stomach, clothes on my body, I never went without. My mom was diagnosed with cancer in 2002. I was two. My dad kind of lost it. I couldn't blame him though. His wife died. But he started drinking when I was three but he never touched me or anything until I was six. He used to yell at me for no reason, slap me across the face when I asked for some food, left me home alone for days on end while he was passed out somewhere. Yeah. It was horrible. When he finally came home he would just yell at me. So I usually stayed in my room. Life was pretty bad. But when I was seven I met a boy named Michael. He came over every day and we stayed in my room talking. I was seven and he was eleven. He was more of a big brother than anything and he was the first person that made me feel safe. When my dad came beating on the door yelling at me Michael would hold me. And tell me that everything is going to be okay. Well of course I believed him....