I opened my window and stepped out onto the roof. I look at the night sky and whisper to the stars.
"Help me. I need out of this hell."
I lit a cigarette and wiped the tears off of my cheeks. I sat there thinking of what it would be like to be free and actually be a kid for once. I flicked my cigarette and went in my room.
I heard yelling from down stairs.
" I thought they already did their nightly argument."
I put my head phones on and my music up full blast and went to bed.
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I woke up to my door slamming open.
"Laya, baby hurry get up we need to leave pack quickly. You've got a half hour!"
I shot out of bed. My mother threw a duffle bag at me.
"Mom what is going on? What happened?"
"Just do what I told you to do I'll explain later."
She slammed the door and I heard her run down the stairs.
I grabbed the bag and started throwing my clothes and my phone in the bag. I grabbed my Grandmas charm bracelet and put it on my wrist. Noticing the scars. I shook the thought of my scars out of my head. I grabbed my 2 packs of cigarettes and my lighter I found in the parking lot of Coney Island last week when my aunt took me. I lit a cigarette, put it in my mouth and ran down stairs.
Mom grabbed my bag and ran out the door. She came back in and I helped her with her bags. When we came back inside my mother ran to the bathroom and literally ripped the mirror off of the wall. Behind it was a hole in the wall with stacks of cash in it.
"Mom what the hell is this?" I asked handing her my cigarette so she can take a hit.
"This is the money I've been saving for us to get the hell out of this place." She gave the cigarette back and started grabbing the shit load if money out of the wall.
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A/N
HEYYY!
Okay so I'm sorry for the first chapter being so short but I've only started. But I promise I'll try my hardest to make you like my book. If anyone actually reads it. Sooo yeah.
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