Abuse and escape

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I know this chapter is short, but I have good reasons. The beginning is slow then it will get more tense, I promise. So sit back and enjoy be ADR the next chapter will be up soon and better(and longer, bla bla bla..... Haha)

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The heavy wind picked up the leaves and carried them across the park. I kicked a small rock laying on the sidewalk.

"I hate my life" I muttered to myself.

****FLASHBACK(earlier that day)***

"Get your ass down here right now, young lady!"

Well at least they had the knowledge to call me a young lady.

You see, right now my parents were drunk and were having fun with me.(Not the dirty way!)

"Come 'ere you!"my dad slurred.

"You disappoint me, Amber!" My mom spit at my face. How nice.

I wiped the spit off my face as my mom fired again.

"Is something wrong dear, DID I SPIT IN YOUR FACE? How dare you do that!" She flamed. Not a second later, she had me pinned on the floor punching and slapping me. She stopped and called my dad over.

This can't get any better.

They both left me on the floor and entered the small kitchen. I could

See what they were doing in the reflection of the window, so I watched what they were doing.

I watched them grin ear to ear and pull a knife out.

I let out a quiet gasp and decided

I needed to leave. I quietly got up And headed for the door. Luckily, they were headed in the opposite direction. I swung the door open to reveal the crisp, warm spring air. I slowly shut the door and ran as fast as I could to who knows where.

When I finally stopped, I was panting and standing in front if the public park.

****END OF FLASHBACK*****

I scowled as I remembered their evil little faces while they pulled out the knife.

"Why does this even happen to me? Did I deserve it?" I suddenly shouted at the sky. A tear rolled down my cheek followed by another and another. Before I knew it, I was sitting on the ground on my knees sobbing my heart out.

"Are you okay, what is your name?" I heard a deep Irish voice say behind me. I stopped sobbing and turned around, still shaking from crying.

"Who are you?" I Replied.

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