"Help!" I screamed running towards the door.
Someone grabbed my arm and pulled me to the ground, holding me down so I couldn't move. I tried struggling out of the grip of my ex-boyfriend, Max. But he was too strong. I continued wriggling until I got free, but he still had a tight grip on my wrist. I tugged my wrist trying to break free.
"Let me go you psycho!" I screamed at him.
He didn't like that so he hit me. Repetitively. It hurt and I could feel sharp pains all through my body. Hot tears made their way down my face as my lip got busted open. Blood was trickling from my mouth down to my now stained white blouse. Max dragged me outside and into the middle of the street. He pushed me up against a tree.
"It's not over, until I say it's over" He whispered into my ear.
He pulled a gun from his side and aimed it at my head. His finger twitched at the trigger. I closed my eyes and then the bang went off. I heard a loud thud and shot my eyes open. Someone had knocked him over before he'd hit the trigger. I bolted inside and quickly washed my face with water, chucking clothes and necesities into my bag. I grabbed my phone and charger, laptop etc and threw it in my bag. I picked up my wallet and ran to the car. Jumping in I put the key in the ignition and the car roared to life.
I couldn't see Max anywhere so I slammed my foot down on the clutch and moved the gear stick into reverse, backing into the street. I hulted to a stop and changed the gear. First gear, second gear, third gear, fourth. With every burst of speed I changed the gears. I quickly made my way to the airport and brought a ticket for the next flight leaving Alabama. I had no family and no friends here, so I wouldn't be missed.
"Next flight to leave is to Melbourne, Australia" The lady at the desk said, handing me the ticket. I paid for the flight and made my way to the security check.
I guess I should probably tell you who I am. Hi, my name is Morgan. Morgan Brudenell. I'm midheight. I have brown hair that flows down past my shoulders and have green eyes. I've lived in Alabama all my life, I was a foster child. My parents gave me up at birth, I wish I could meet them. I've tried all the websites and t.v shows, but nothing. I had no friends, I pushed them all away. I didn't mean too, but that's just how I am. That's why I broke up with Max. But, here I am today. Leaving the place I once called home, in hope to start fresh with a new begginging.
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Hey guys, Morgan and Karisha writing this one. I hope you like the first chapter! xo
