After I asked Andrew why my bag empty he looked at me with a smile on his face, a creepy small laugh and said,
"It's gone and it's all mine."
After I heard that the anger that I was holding back took over. I was so full of rage that I've built up since the time my mom has been with him, he's anything but a grown up man, he knows nothing, and all he does is take my mom for granted and she's too blinded by the perfect image of him she cannot see what's really going on. She deserves so much better, and that's not Andrew.
I also have so much anger because of my biological father. How he just got up and left one day without a word to me, I don't remember much of him anymore and it really sucks. Sometimes I think our minds force us to forget so our hearts wont keep breaking.
Finally I pulled myself out of my thoughts and out of nowhere I swung at Andrew and punched him dead smack in the jaw with more force than I anticipated.
After I hit him he took a step back, stunned, he really wasn't expecting that, good because he got what was coming to him and he looked at me and said,
"You're dead YOU'RE SO DEAD, you little impudent child, you are ruthless and are going to regret it!"
I ran to my window and door and tried to open it to escape and get out, but Andrew go to me and latched on before I made it to the window, I thought to myself, I am dead, I'm really dead...
After Andrew got ahold of I knew it was the end of me but lucky my mother came in and started to yell,
"What do you think you're doing?! What is going on in here, and why are you making so much noise it's late?!"
He let me go and said nothing and walked out my room and as soon as he turned around I was out my window with a flash.
I walked to my backyard to see if the components of what was in my bag was still out there. But as soon as I got to the backyard there was nothing left, he took all of it.
After I saw that I slowly approached my window and climbed back in and packed myself a small bag. But before I leave I have to get some of the things that Andrew took from be back. So my next mission is to get in his room and see where my stuff was because I knew for a fact if I wanted to go through with my plan I needed my box that was in my bag, it had everything! I need it if I wanted to get away from here.
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So, I ran out the back door, it's late at night, I glanced down at my watch, one of the only possessions I have left from my real mom, the memory instantly stings my eyes, 1:07 in the morning.
But this time I don't stop the tears from rolling down my face, I swore to myself a long time ago that I wouldn't cry, not ever, but too much has happened, everything is piling up now and I'm just not strong enough to carry it all.
I'm walking down the sidewalk, the street lights lighting up my path every time I walk under them. I make it four houses down and stop for a moment. This is Joe's house. But for some odd reason some of the lights are on, and there is a shovel lying on the front lawn, it looks like it was dragged from the backyard.
I don't know, maybe it's nothing. Joe and I have lived on the same block since we were young ones, and we went through Elementary and High School together. Lately neither one of us has showed up, another reason why Ryan is so furious with me.
I shrug it off and continue walking. I hope patrol isn't out tonight to question me, it's way past curfew, but I'll be okay, I've done this so many times I know how to work my way around them, I'm a crim. Or that's the name I've given myself since I don't fit into any other categories. This is the only time I don't know where I'm going and I hate it. I always have to have a plan, I'm organized and articulate. This is frustrating. And I hate myself for it.
I've dreamt of this day a million times but I never thought it'd be like this, now, everything.
I keep walking.
I have a huge headache and I quickly remember Frankie said I was bleeding, I'm growing nauseas just thinking if I have to sew myself up, I hope not, I will have to check it out soon, but first I need to find somewhere to go, I'm so confused...
