Push past the pain

I take a deep breath and look around my "home" town, home. i despise that word maby its because i dont understand it. how could you under stand something that youve never really had?

For a moment, just for a moment i forgot that i was standing in the the road in front of that horible building across the street i sighed. there was still time to get a bus ticket to hollywood right?. a angerd driver made up my mind when he honked his horn.

i gave a apologenic look to the un-known driever , take breath , pick up my bags and headed to the door i was wrong it wasent as terible as last time , it was worst. The last time i walked throu these doors i was going in the other direction holding the hand of my crying mother.

as i walk up thouse very steps i i have a painful flash back of that shadey night,all i really reacall is my mom and dad screaming at eachother ...

"FUCK YOU !!!! YOU SELFISH PIG !" my mother screams as she runs out the door with me in tow.

" YOUR NOT TAKEING MY DAUGHTER FROM ME ! NOT AGAIN !" he yells as he gripes my trembleing arms.

"let GO of her !, i can and i am !, you'll never see my child agian." my father raises the hand that held me to strike my mother, i saw my chance to run.

And i took it.

" rose, ROSE ! COME BACK HERE ROSE! " my father shouts but i am alrighty too far gone.

I hear my mother calling as well but i keep on running i run past my school and the librery. i run past daddys work and the place were i get my birthday cakes. i run into the park untill i cant breath and then i run some more .

evencually my mom fines me under the jungle gym, treambeling from exaushtion.

" come amy, me and you are going to go start a new life. would you like that? would you like to come with mommy?" i nod my head and we walked, hand in hand to the train station.

As we sat on the train i looked up at my mothers tear stained face and knew from that moment on that even thou im HER daughter, i would protect her.

"mommy?"

" yes sweatie?"

"were are we going?"

" to youre great aunt lindas house, she is very old, very rich and very kind. she tould me to come to her if i ever needed help. And well, i think this is a " need of help" situation. dont you ?"

" yes mommy"

" i love you rose"

" love you two mommy." another thout poped into my head.

"mommy?"

" yes dear"

" is daddy meeting us there?"

" no, no im afraid not sweetie. not this time"

" good"

Daddy was stronger then mommy he dident need my help like mommy did. she looked so frail and aged beond her 26 years. she saw my concerd look and smiled.

" you shouldent worrie so rose, you'll get worrie lines." with that she kissed my forehead and closed her eyes. that was the start of our "new life."

I relucently ring the doorbell hearing it ring out throu the house, i rang it another time. no answer. just when i was about to turn around and book a hotel or something i heard the door handle slowly turn as if the person turning it was unshur weather he wanted to open the door or not. i turn around to see the door partly ajar with a pair of baby blues hideing under a wasp of blond hair.