Running Away

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by LinktheHedgehog1

by LinktheHedgehog1

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"(Y/N)! WAKE UP AND GET YOUR A$$ DOWN HERE!" my mom yelled. I got up as pain stroke my right leg. I simply ignored it knowing that by the end of today it will be ten times worst.

"(Y/N)!!! GET YOUR F*CKEN A$$ DOWN HERE BEFORE WE COME AND GET IT!" my dad yelled.

"COMING!!!!!!" I yelled to them as I started running down the stairs. When I got down there I saw angered faces.

"YOU KNOW YOU SHOULDN'T RUN ON THE STAIRS!" mom snapped.

"I... I'm sorry. I di~" I tried to repile.

"IT LOOKS LIKE WE HAVE TO TEACH YOU A LESSON AGAIN!" dad iteruped.

They came up to me and beated me. They beated me till my right leg started bleeding. 'I was right.' I thought when I saw my leg.

"NOW GO MAKE BREAKFAST!" they both yelled at me. I obeyed them. I limped into the kitchen and started making pancakes for them...not for me.

After I severed them their breakfast, which they ate like wild animals, I went to my room. Today is Friday and on Friday it's mom and dad's poker day. They bring friends over and I stay in my room. They don't want anyone to know I even exist.

But today is going to different. I'm going to run away.

I packed up the little stuff I have, put on a my (f/c) long sleeve hoodded sweatshirt, used what little strength I have left to brake the boarded up window, and jumped out.

I ran for two blocks before I had to stop so I don't collapse on the sidewalk. I leaned on a near by building. I looked around and saw so many people. I wasn't used to seeing so many people so I put on my hood. Even though I was practically three hundred deegres. I was so hot I wanted to take off my sweatshirt but I didn't. I don't want anyone to see all the bruises on my arms.

As soon as I got all my energy back I started running again.