I woke up in a tub with a towel over me.
I looked over and saw a really worried Jay sitting on the counter staring at me.
"W-what ha-" I was cut off by Jay.
"Shhh, your dad is in his bathroom next door..." He whispered.
I tried to get up but went right back down.
"Don't try to move, your dad almost killed you..." Jay said in a soothing voice.
"What did he do?" I asked, scared to look under the towel.
"He got you really bad, just... Look." He said pointing to the towel.
I lifted up the towel and saw cuts and bruises everywhere.
"No..." I said with tears coming to my eyes.
"You have to get out of here... This place isn't safe for you..." He said very worried for my safety.
"Well, maybe, I can go tomorrow when he usually goes to the bar with his buddies..." I said.
"Ok... Wash yourself off and get to bed... I'll check up on you in the morning." He said.
So I got up, took a shower, and went to sleep.
*the next day...*
I woke up feeling great! I was fully ready for the plan.
I got dressed in the best clothes that I had and packed everything else up.
My dad left about an hour ago so I just had to get fully ready and leave.
I showered, brushed my teeth, then put my shoes on and grabbed me bag.
I ran outside, not being used to the sun so I covered my eyes. My friend, Rowen, told me that there was an adoption home that I could go to since I wasn't 18 yet.
By the time that I got there, they already knew who I was. I guess she told then I was coming.
They welcomed me and made me feel comfortable, I guess I made the right choice.
