Starting all over

Hello babes well here's my story!!

Chapter one: Leaving

"No mom! I want to move with dad!!." I exclaimed with anger of arguing about this everyday.

"Your dad doesn't want you. If he wanted you don't you think he'd be here right now?" She yelled back stepping closer to me.

I looked at her evil cold blue eyes and her brown hair that hung below her shoulders. Her complexion; white with a nice tan. She looked nice and pretty, but on the inside she was cruel.

"Yes he does mom! He wanted me not you so he moved away. You were evil to him and your evil to me! I've had enough of it and I want to go somewhere else."

I jumped as she struck her cold hands across my tan face.

I looked at her as her face turned regretful; the way it always does when she knows she's done wrong.

I ran down the hall to my room as I heard her footsteps following me.

I quickly locked the door and let my body slide against it till my butt touched the carpet.

"Adette honey please let me in. Mom's sorry I promise I won't do it again. It's just that every time you bring up your dad anger builds up in me and I explode." She apologized.

Blah blah blah same bull she says every time. My dumb self believes that she's going to change and I forgive her and the same thing happens again.

I stood up and walked over to my memo board that hangs over my mirror. I marked a quick tally mark. I counted all of them:30. I looked at my goal written above it. When you reach 30 leave! 30 represented how many times my mother had hit me.

I took a quick glance at the Mirror. My brown eyes and my long brownish reddish hair like Ariel's off of The Little Mermaid. My tan face that now had a bright red handprint on the left jaw. I'm only 15 I don't need this kind of pain and stress.

I watched myself as baby blue clear tears ran down my face.

Some more tears came and then there were so much my eyes turned red. I usually don't cry because I've learned to be strong and hold my pain in, but I guess this is an exception.

I went over to my bed and reached my hand under and moved it around until it rested upon a small box. I grabbed the box and set it on bed and opened it.

They were letters from my dad whom I've never met before. My mom doesn't know about them. Evidently he left when I was 2 months old because my mom also verbally abused him.

I picked our the most recent letter that he wrote to me. It read

"Dear Adette.

How's it going up there sweetie? Your mother better be treating you right haha. Well soon you'll get to live with me. I'm talking to the social worker about it. Remember your daddy's little angel and if you need me call me at 5127320886. Love you bye." Sent June 10-2013. 4 days ago.

I grabbed my black berry from my dresser and texted my dad. I didn't want to call him because my mom is still probably at my door.

Me: hey dad it's Adette. I have to get out of here. She's hitting Again. This makes 30. Since its summer I wanna move with you please please.

"Adette Marie Washington. Open this door right now! Right now I tell you.!! " screamed my mother as loud as she could which made me jump.

"NOO!" I disobeyed.

I heard her kick the door. It barely budged which isn't good because it moved!!

Instantly my dad texted back

Him: ok sweetie hang in there. I've sent a friend of mine who's in Georgia visiting family down there to pick you up at the Georgia Airport. Can you try to meet her there in less than a hour?

Me: I'll try.

Him: ok

I immediately got up as my mother kicked again. This time a screw came out. 9 more and the door will be busted down enough for her to come in!

I grabbed a suit case and threw some underwear, shirts and shorts and flip flops hair stuff and deodorant in there. I zipped it up.

Bang!! Three more screws came out! Only 6 more!

I grabbed a back pack and tossed my books, picture albums and diary and my bible in it.

Bang! Another screw! 5 more left!

I tried to find a way to escape. I walked over to my window which was bolted shut. I tried to open it but it wouldn't budge.

I grabbed a pocket knife from my backpack and began to slice it under so the window would pop open.

Bang!! 2 more screws came out! 3 more left. I don't have enough time!

Finally the window opened. I threw my suitcase and bag out first.

Bang!! One more screw left. I took one last glance at my room and jumped out right as the door fell down.

I picked up my things from the grass and ran. I ran as fast as I could.

I ran downtown which was only 5 minutes away. When I got there I raised my thumb out for a taxi. Hurry hurry I thought. I saw a familiar '92 Black Chevy come downtown.... My mom.

Oh no!! Hurry taxi hurry!! I literally yelled.

My mom spotted me and parked her car in a parking place and began to run after me. A taxi finally pulled up right when my mom was less than 2 feet away from me.

I jumped in and yelled for the woman driver to lock the doors and hurry and drive to the airport.

She locked the doors and my mom began to bang on the doors, trying to somehow get into the car.

Wow!! Good right?

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