Danielle's POV
I spent the night at Jazelle's. It was Monday which meant I had to go home and get ready for school. Jazelle dropped me off and I was praying that my mom wasn't home. It was early, so she was probably asleep at some guys house wasted after a party.
I went inside quiet as possible so that if she was home, I could slip upstairs and get ready quickly. I tried going up the stairs when I heard the slam of a door and stomping.
"Where the hell have you been?" She yelled in my face.
"I-I was at a friends house" I said softly.
"Did I say you could fucking go to a friends house?" She yelled again. "Remember little miss perfect, you don't own your self, got it?" She said her face burning with anger. "I fucking own you"
I didn't say anything I just ran upstairs and locked the door. I pushed the dresser with all of my strength in front of the door so she couldn't bust in and beat me. I got the suitcase I kept under my bed and stuffed pretty much everything u owned in there's I got my back pack packing a few extra things.
My mom started banging at my door. I climbed out the window and on to the fire escape. I was too scared to run on the streets. I thought she would chase after me. I called Michael and asked if on his way to pick up Sophia he could pick me up.
Luckily he said yes. I closed the window locking it and blocking it with an old piece of metal. I saw Michael's car and ran down the steps of the fire escape. I jumped into the car.
"Hurry and drive!" I yelled at him. "My foster mom was trying to hurt me so I blocked the door". "She might come out and start following us hurry" I quickly stated. Michael sped off and I couldn't see my house anymore. I hoped it was the last I saw that place. Now it was school to deal with more problems there.
