Running

Chapter 1

I decided to go to sleep early so that I could miss my dad coming home. I knew he would be drunk when he got home and would probably rape me. Or beat me, depending on what mood he was in. I went in to my room and locked the door from the inside. I needed a plan. I had to run away. But I needed to take Nick. I couldn't just leave him with Mathew, he was only six. But it was going to be hard. A sixteen year old and a six year old would look out of place after a while. We would have to move out of BC for one. N/A there in Canada. Maybe we could go to Saskatchewan. He wouldn't look there. Ya. We're going to Saskatchewan. I grabbed a duffel bag from under my bed. I shall now throw all my useful shit in there, such as my cell and charger, clothes, ID, first aid kit, shoes, my credit card, and a bunch of other junk. Then I hid the bag and then opened my door to go and wake up Nick. I went into his room and saw dad, punching him. HE IS BEATING THE SHIT OUT OF A FUCKING SIX YEAR OLD. Without even thinking, I leapt on him and pulled his ears and jabbed my fingers into his eyes. He didn't seem fazed however, and kept beating Nick. Then I hit him were I know it hurts, yanking his eyebrow piercing as hard as I could. THAT made him pay attention to me. He through me of him, and turned on me. With horror I saw his eyebrow bloody and the piercing was no were to be seen. I was going to get a beating now! "What the hell did you fucking do!?!?" My dad screamed. I don't move as I know from experience that you get beaten less if you don't move. Then he grabbed a pocket knife and threw it at me.