Kiss Her Goodbye

Chapter {1}

"You ate my last piece of cake, didn't you," My foster brother said angrily, pinning me up against the wall.

"Ha, you wish. But I don't want to look like you, if you know what I mean." I said, gesturing to his more than average weight body. I could easily beat up Mike. That'll put me right back into the system.

I didn't need foster parents. I was well over the age when people usually take off to get their own place. I'm 19, and the state agreed to give me the option of staying with a foster family in college. My family wasn't the best, but it could've been worse. But of course I wasn't living off of their money either.

Mike looked at me with his brown eyes which were filled with hatred. He slapped me so hard that my head went to the side, almost whiplashing me in the process. I turned my head toward him again and smirked with my scarred face, just to piss him off more.

"You're gonna have to hit a little harder." I shoved him off of me and he stumbled back, hitting the couch. I turned around and walked back, sticking my middle finger in the air.

"I'm gonna come after you, and your gonna regret ever coming into this family." He yelled. I ignored him and climbed up the creaky stairs to my room. He knew that I was stronger than him and if he had any brains at all he would stay away. Closing the door, I jumped onto my blue bedspread. I did eat that piece of chocolate cake, and damn was it good. I knew it was going to piss him off, an that was an even better reason to eat it.

I walked to my bedside table where my book was. Picking it up, I went to the window facing the woods. I knew I couldn't go through the front since Mike was probably waiting for me and I didn't want to see more of his face than I needed to.

I opened the window and took out the screen, setting it aside. Throwing my legs over the side of the window, I landed on the roof trying not to make too much noise. I walked to the other side and grabbed a tree branch, slowly making my way down its rough exterior.

Once I reached the bottom, I walked towards the forest, where I knew my hiding spot was. The leaves crunched beneath my feet as I walked, startling and sending a pesky rodent darting through the trees.

As the sun was starting to dip in the sky, I found my usual reading place. It was an old tree who's branches bended and twisted around its base. I began to come here about a month ago which was a month after I started living with this foster family. In total it's been two months.

My record's a year.

I quickly grabbed branches and was able to hoist myself onto the sturdy wooden platform. The tree house was in between properties and I just happened to stumble upon it. Inside was a couch that had a broken leg and a dusty foosball table. Someone used this constantly as well, almost as much as me. We had never crossed paths before. But that was hardly on my mind as I plopped onto the couch and started to read my book.

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I walked into the campus with a scowl on my face. My foster parents had said they would drive me to my college, and when I refused, they hit me. I then proceeded to get into the car, only to be pushed out by Mike and left on the side of the driveway while my foster family drove away. That left me to walk to the campus since I had no money for the bus station.

Everybody seemed to stare at me, even though I had been going to this college for a month now. This was a small college in a small town which was probably why everybody has a general idea of who was who.