~Kruby's POV~
As I feel a hand hit my skin tears roll down my face. "Just please stop, stop" I say weakly in between sobs. "I wouldn't have to do this if you weren't such a little bitch all the time" my foster mom harshly spits back. Finally she lets me go and I fall to the ground not able to move from the pain, I can see a silhouette of her through my tears as she walks away like nothing happened leaving me on the cold floor crying from how numb I was to this, the pain.
Once I got enough strength to get up I ran to my room still in tears and pack a bag full of my clothes, shoes, makeup and other things. It's about 12:30 and I lie in bed waiting for my foster parents to go to bed. Once it's quiet enough that I can only hear my breathing I slip out of my bed, grab my bag and climb out the window on to the tree branch that touches my window. Finally I got out of that hell hole, I still am crying from my mom (I shouldn't even call that woman my mom) beating me, but I guess at this point I should be numb to the pain. As I'm walking down the sidewalk to the bus stop there is someone else at the bus stop. As I get closer it looks like the other person is close to the same age as me but I'm still hesitant. It's a boy, blonde hair that was long in the front and short in the back he had the long part pulled up in a bun, he had greenish blue eyes . As I approach him, he has a welcoming smile he looks oddly familiar but I doubt I know him considering that I'm not allowed outside. I sit down next to him trying to hide my face because I was crying still. "Damn what did she hit me with" I thought to myself as I sat there my back felt like it was on fire, I had my dads sweat shirt on, that's the only thing I have from my real parents before they died in a car accident when I was 4 years old I was sent to my now foster parents house because my grandparents were to told to take care of me let alone want a 4 year old. As I sat there playing with my mothers ring on my finger I noticed that the boy had stood up and put his hand out to help me up, I quickly wiped the tears of my cheeks and stood up getting a better look at him I still felt like I knew him but I just shook it off and picked up my bag and got on the bus. I chose a seat in the back, as I passed the seats to go to the back there were not that many people on the bus when I sat down I noticed that the boy sat right next to me and for some that didn't bother me.
