^petyon up there
Peyton's pov:
"mom please" I said trying to convince her to let me stay home. "no peyton I already told you, you're moving in with your dad." I stood there with tears almost leaking out of my eyes. I ran upstairs. i always hated my dad and mom. They split a couple years ago when I was 13. I'm 18 now. they both would occasionally hit me, scream at me, force me to do things. I didn't want to move in with my dad. he was worse. I cried.
My sadness then turned to anger. I started to grab a suitcase and shove all the clothes I could into my suitcase. I grabbed some other stuff. i look at my clock. 11:57. My mom would probably pass out by 1. i sat on my bed debating on whether to leave or not
in less than 5 minutes I made up my mind. im leaving. I sat on my phone and texted my best friend Maci.
Peyton- hey I just wanted to let you know that I'm leaving for a couple months. it's just too much being here at home. I'll visit you soon.
Maci❤️-i understand. stay safe.
I read the message and fell asleep for awhile.
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I woke up at 2am. I got up, grabbed my stuff and went to the car. I'm 17, I'll be fine, right? i got in and drove through arizona. i drove to a motel.
I checked in and went to my room. i sat on the squishy, cheap mattress. I checked my phone. I checked how much money I had. $312.67. i had a job and worked everyday after school. I felt my eyes get heavy and I later then fell asleep. goodnight.
