chapter one

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Journeys pov

I never did anything to him he just hated me. I thought as I cried. "Honey go to your grandparents tonight your father and I are fighting again I'm sorry." Her mom said. "Ok momma and it's not your fault he started it I know."I said. " Are you gonna leave him?" I asked quietly. "I don't know sweetie I don't want to but I might have to." She said sadly."ok." I said. I got up and put my leggings on with a pink Floyd long sleeve shirt on with purple Vans and a head band that has a purple bow on it. I packed my pajamas and my blue jean shorts from Hollister and a grey hoodie with white converse. I put it all in a duffle bag from Victoria secret and started to walk out to my burgundy Ford mustang. If your wandering my grandparents are rich and bought my car and school clothes and supplies. As I walked to the door my dad shot me a look. "Where are you going I didn't tell you that you could go anywhere now did I?" He asked. "Mom told me to grandmom and grandad's house so I'm obeying my mother." I said. Then he did something I never expected out of my dad again he slapped me for the first time in 3 years. I stood there shocked for a minute. Then I ran to find mom she took a picture of it and told me to go she would run more stuff over later and that she was leaving him now. I ran out of the house and to my car I hate leaving her there alone with him but I have to listen to her instructions so I went. I finally got to my grandparents house. "Oh sweetie what happened to your face?" Grandmom asked. With that I started to cry and told her and grandad everything. So then grandmom and I made dinner.

The next day my mom came with my stuff and hers she and I moved in with my grandparents until we could find a house of our own. Grandmom and my mom went shopping together so I decided to go on a run after they get back that is so I watched TV untill they got back my mom had a big box covered in wrapping paper. "Who's birthday party are we going to?" I asked. "No one's this is yours!" Grandmom said. "it's mine?" I ask a little more than confused.

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