Adopted by Cameron Dallas.

52. Run Away

Addison

I woke up to humming of Kate. She's been getting on my last freaking nerve lately.

"Kate shut up", I groaned.

"I'm telling dad", she said getting up.

"No no no no no Kate I'm sorry", I said not trying to get in more trouble with dad. I had left his room at about 3 at night.

"Fine", she said.

"God your annoying sometimes", I said truthfully.

"Why are you so mean", she said.

"I'm not your just overly sensitive and a tattle tale", I said.

"No I'm not", she argued.

"Kate every single time I do or say something to you that you don't like you tell on me your lucky even if I do try and tell on you dad doesn't care", I said truthfully.

"No he's mean to me sometimes", she said.

"Kate him putting you in time out and not letting you have dessert isn't mean"

"Yeah it is", she said.

"Your the one who has it easy", she said.

That made me heated.

"Okay Kate you try being the "responsible one" and being expected to do everything he ask and just ugh don't get me started okay just leave it alone", I said.

"I don't wanna leave it alone", she said

"Your being a spoiled brat"

"I'm telling dad", she says.

"Go ahead I stopped caring", I said sitting back.

Not to long after dad is yelling at me. I just looked at him with a straight face the whole time. Uninterested.

"God your such a problem", he said. That hurt.

"Fucking accident", he said under his breath. That hurt the most. I'm an accident. He's calling me an accident. I guess I am.

I'll just leave then.

I went upstairs packed a bag and snuck out the back window.

I dusted my scuffed black combat boots against the brick wall. I brushed my burgundy leggings and there was a red stain on my white shirt.

Oh well I'm not dressed to impress.

I was walking around the town taking in the sights.

I stumbled across a girl sitting on the brick wall of a corner store.

"Hay kid", she said to me.

"Who me", I said looking around hoping it wasn't me.

"Yeah you come'r", she said.

I walked up to her.

"You look stressed what's the matter", she said taking in a bit of her cigarette.

"Um me and my dad are just fighting and disagreeing a lot", I shrugged.

"Where's ya mother", she asked her Brooklyn accent seeping out her voice.

"Um she's dead", I said looking down

"I'm so sorry", she said.

"I'm Kayla you are"

"My names Addison", I said.

"I'm 15", she said.

"I'm 12", I smiled. .