Five Nights Till Freedom

Cast Away

"Where the hell have you been!" My father yells from the couch as the front door slams shut behind me.

As usual he's sitting there in his boxers, a beer in his hand while many others litter the floor below him. Wrestling blares on the tv and my father stares at me, his eyes revealing that he was indeed drunk.

"I was at school..." I say walking toward the stairs, trying to avoid eye contact.

I then hear something shatter against the wall behind me and turn and see shards of broken glass along the floor. I turn back and walk up the stairs. With his state he couldn't even hit a truck if it was right in front of his eyes.

That's how my day started.

My full name is Rachael Lorraine Green and my dad is what you could say not the best role model. I started collage last year and I was on my second year now. I was studying to become a game engineer, to create and design video games.

I reached my room, walking inside before closing the door behind me.

My room is my only safe haven away from my parents, where i'm safe from their wrath and anger. They often are never sober so I end up having to sneak snacks when they're not noticing.

I sit on my bed, going through my schoolbag. I pull out my textbook, its pages filled with many sheets of notes that I had taken that day. I open it to where I bookmarked it and cross my legs on top of my bed.

I begin studying, reading over the text in my head.

Time begins passing as I keep reading adding some notes as I go along. I nibble on the end of my pencil out of habit and scribble another formula down. It's so exhausting keeping up with my studies, but somehow I manage to keep a passing grade.

Then all of a sudden as I'm reaching the middle of my study hours, I hear my door open with loud force. I look up and see my mother walking towards me grabbing my schoolbag.

"Wha....what are you...." I begin.

She grabs the collar of my shirt dragging me upward. I'm yanked to my feet as she begins to drag me out of the room.

"You...." she growls opening the front door to our house, "You little brat!" she yells throwing me outside. I hit the ground scraping my hands on concrete. I look up at her. Her eyes keep twitching, she's definitely out of it.

"We give you a home, food and what do you do? You run and disappear for hours. If you don't like us, Just. Get. Out!" she yells, slamming the door.

I pick myself up, brushing my pants and grabbing my schoolbag. I sling it over my shoulder and start walking down the sidewalk.

The thing is, this isn't my first time getting thrown out. I knew that once I was out that all the doors would be locked behind me and I'd have to spend the night outside.

This time though, I had it.

I was nineteen so I could live on my own. Why have to deal with my parents when I didn't have too.

I then sighed, stopping in my tracks.

The only problem was though, I had only around fifty dollars in my bag. I relied on my parents for food and water, stuff they bought for themselves as well. Now I'm on my own.