After I saw Andrew and what he was doing he looked at me with anguish in his eyes and said,
"You have some explaining to do, kid"
I just thought to myself, I'm not a kid, not anymore as I shifted my weight from one leg onto the other, biting on my lip in the process. Andrew started to walk towards me, I knew what he was talking about, but I think maybe if I act like I don't know he will get mad and walk away from me so I ask him,
" Are you crazy, what are you talking about?"
Trying to look confused about what he was asking me.
" Don't play dumb with me I found your bag in the backyard! "
Then he tossed me the bag, there was one small problem, it was empty. Looking at the bag filled with fear. I started trembling in my shoes. I asked him,
" Why is my bag empty?"
Starting to get furious with him, but also trying not to snap on him. He had absolutely no right to take my bag. I've had it there for the longest time, it's not like it had his name written all over it.
I'm so angry, this may be the thing that finally pushes me off the cliff. I mean I've been teeter totting on the edge for a while now, so I knew it was coming soon. But you can never just be prepared for that exact moment when it all unravels, crashes.
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Ryan continued to speak and I tried my hardest to show I was listening, but I'm tired of doing the same thing, of trying, there's no point! Soon I'll be 16 so I won't have to put up with this. But I'm also fearful of what'll happen to all the other kids here, and whoever will come next. I can't even think about it without gagging.
Ryan is very..boastful.. Self-centered. And Margaret is very soft spoken when he's around almost as if she's scared of him too. Without any warning I lash out at him, I know I'll get hit again but I'll take the pain, I don't feel pain anymore.
" I'm so sick of you and you're story, we all know you're drunker than drunk, because you waste all the money from you paycheck and Foster money for alcohol and drugs that there isn't even enough food in this house! You're so filthy. And a really rude, mean man! I hate you more than the devil himself! You are so idiotic and maybe, just maybe if you were sober you'd realize all you were doing-"
He grew even angrier I thought I'd get another blow but to my surprise he turned away from me, just as Margaret walked into the open door, the door that was split off its hinges because of the force put on it..
"What's going on?" Mumbled Margaret.
"Nothing" Ryan spewed.
I just couldn't stand it anymore. I pushed pass him as he grabbed my arm,
"Where do you think you're going?"
Trembling I said,
"Away-away from you!"
I shrugged him off with all my might and ran out the door swinging my backpack over my shoulder that I already prepared for. I passed one of the boys, Frankie, 9 years old on my way down, he looked at me tears in his eyes. I gave him a quick hug and told him to go back to sleep. He said I had blood running down my face, I told him I was okay and urged him to go to his room, begging. I wasn't okay, I'm never okay. With those last words I was out the back door, being sure to slam it real hard and not look back, never look back. Putting my mind at focus saying to myself,
"Keep going, move your feet. Left right, left right. They won't follow you they don't need you that much to come chasing after you because it'll only make them look desperate."
