On the run

chapter 3

I need to get away far away so i pick up pace slowly. wind is behind me - which should help- and my leg no longer hurt. this is all the fault of my abusive father;I'll take you back.... all my life i was used to being slapped when i didn't tidy my room or do my homework. my mother was furious when she found out and moved us both out that night. I remember it was a hash stormy night with great forks of anger spearing the ground. 

we stayed with my nan for a while and it was mostly alright- if a little cramped- but every now and then mum would receive threatening text messages and voice mails. we were so utterly terrified that we both quickly changed our phones, but some how they always found out. so after about a month of cramped and terrified existence we found are own place and settled down. for a while we refused to leave the house out of fear for our lives but one night mum decided to brave it for a work do. i waited up for her that night midnight came and went and i began to panic. I called her mobile. no answer. " calm down" I told myself " she probably can't  hear it over the music". Another hour came and went , and suddenly the phone rang - i jumped out of my skin- and I ran over as quickly as possible."hello" said a very professional voice on the other end " I very sorry to inform you that earlier this evening your mother was found dead with stab wounds to the neck and chest". i immediately knew who the culprit was so I ran.