The Death of me

Chapter 1

Ashley's POV

I woke up with more bruises on my arms. Dad beat me again last night, I told him I was gender fluid. He's against a lot of sexuality and gender things.

{Flash back to the night before}

(Still Ashley's POV)
"H-he-hey dad." I say nervously.
"What do you want b*tch." He says in a groggy, drunk voice. "Um..I think I'm..im genderfluid." I'm scared at this point. "What the f*ck is that?!" He starts to get loud. I'm scared now. "It's when I can be a boy one day, and a girl a different day." That's when I stood up a punched me in the face.

I woke up with my nose bloody, and my lip. And my arms sore, he smacked them with the belt again. Ow.

I looked at the clock and it's 4:30 in the morning. I remember it being 7:30 in the afternoon. I've been knocked out for 12 hours. Ugh I need to go to bed. I'm sleepy still.

I get up and walk to my room carefully. Getting a wet rag on the way there. My hands shake as they touch the sink handle. The water feels good.
I put the rag in the water and drenched it. I played with the water in my hands for a second, then I turned it off. And walked to my room.

I sat on my bed and wiped the blood from my face. I do this way too often. Then I had a thought. This is happening wayy to much. I'm gonna runaway. I'm gonna do it. I've saved so much money that I'll have enough for a bus fair. I'll go to a motel.

I start packing and I'll leave when I get up. I'm so happy. My dad probably won't be up he was pretty drunk.

{following morning}
I woke up and stared packing. I made a lost the following night of what to pack. (So i didn't forget anything important)
•Clothes
•makeup
•money
•small snacks
•Phone charger.
•5 water bottles.
• Sweatshirt
• my small black bag..
I think thats it! Im all ready to go!

I walk out of my room carefully. And I grab my pair of keys. (Just in case) and I see my father passed of on the couch with 5 empty beer bottle next to him.

I hated my father. Every since my mom left us he started drinking and doing drugs. We were a happy family. My dad says its my fault my mom left.

I open the door and walk out. I start walking down the street. I feel good. I feel...i feel amazing to be honest.

Lets see were this takes me.