The Two Run Away Girls

Realizing reality

I was only 6 years old when my father passed away, before then we were so happy, just me and him. He had been suffering from cancer since I was born but,
sadly this time he lost the battle. I lived with my grandma for 3 years until she died now I have I have to live with my mother, well either that or foster care. I never really remembered seeing my mom, just when I would see her ask my dad for money when her boyfriend wouldn't give it to her because all she used it for was to drink and do drugs. I believe that was the reason my dad left her. When she did live with us I didn't really like her as a mother figure because she beat me alot with anything she could get her hands on when my dad wasn't around. Thinking of it while I wait on the porch of my foster care home waiting on my mother and her boyfriend

They picked me up and I got in the car saying goodbye to my old life forever because now I was living in South Carolina instead of Florida. My moms boyfriend told me to call him mason and if I didn't he would give me an ass woopin, I was shocked especially that my mom didn't do anything but, laugh. When we reached there mason told me my room would be in the basement because I wasn't good enough to sleep upstairs with them. My mom soon went off to do her old habits in the night and left me with mason.

Mason came downstairs and told me his daughter would be coming tommorw for a week and that I would treat her like an adult even though she's younger then me. He then told me If I didn't listen to her he would let her beat me and if I hit her back he would handle me. I did nothing but say ok because just the thought of it scared me. He then told me to not come out of the basement if I was not told to.

He then went upstairs and I finished unpacking. While I was unpacking I saw a bracelet that my dad gave me before he died even though it wasn't worth anything or was cute but it still meant alot to me because we didn't have alot of money so he would spend the little money that he did have on me.

I was starving I was arguing with myself in my head rather or not I should go upstairs and try to sneak and get somthing to eat. Finally I did I walked up so quietly to make sure he didn't hear me I opened the fridge and there he was, DIDN'T I TELL YOU NOT TO COME UPSTAIRS UNLESS YOU WERE TOLD TO! I couldn't even get the words out that I was hungry. He grabbed me by my arm and literally threw me down stairs where the basement was. I got up with all the strength I had then he came down and started kicking, punching, and throwing me around I begged for him to stop but he kept on doing it until my head hit the rail on my bed he then stopped and checked to see if I was passed out or dead but, I wasnt I was looking right at him and all he said was I'm not done with you.

I looked into the mirror as he closed the door I had a black eye and I busted lip and blood coming from my head where I hit my head. I heard my mom come back and he told her what happened and she said I wish I was here to join in on the action, then they both laughed she then opened the basement door and threw a lunchable then she said here ya go ya hungry bitch, next time wait.

I grabbed the lunchable and ate it really fast, when I was done I laid back down it hurt so much to even move it was at that moment when I realized this was reality.

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