It was August laying lifeless on the floor and I immediately ran to his side and held him in my arms and started to cry hysterically. Even though he abused me I still loved because it wasn't always that way he used to be sweet. Soon sirens interrupted my thoughts and I began to panic because they were gonna blame it all on me. So I got some clothes and I made a run for it. Although it pained me to leave my boyfriend of 4 years there on the floor I had to run. I got in my car driving to who knows where and suddenly I heard my stomach grumble and I went into this little restaurant right off the road. I got some coffee and sat there as I was sitting there the waitress turned on the news and I saw my house my august and then I saw my face pop up saying I was the suspect. I darted out of the restaurant really fast and headed to another state California. See August and I met there and that is where I am from. He just love NOLA that I had to move away from my family to live with him. So I went to the airport and flew to Cali I tried calling my mom and dad to pick me up. " Mom I am at the airport just sitting here it is cold and I am very tired please come pick me up." "You shouldn't have moved to NOLA with that thug now you are calling me at 6 in the morning to come pick you up. No we have disowned you as our daughter and find your own way." Then she hung up and I used the little money I have to find at least a motel until I figured out what I was going to do. The next morning, I went to get something to eat and then I figured out my bank account was frozen. So I was literally homeless and then the news come on again showing August and they said he survived the shot. Then he said " Baby if you are out there please come back home I promise everything will be different." Then the news changed to the weather. I didn't know what to do. Should I go back to the person that abused me but has all the money I need to survive or should I go to the streets and fend for myself?
