Opening my eyes I woke up from my dreamless sleep early in the morning.
Looking out the glazed over window the orange and yellow colours danced upon the musky dark room.
Breathing in I got up walking to the bathroom only to see a nasty, irritated cut along my shoulder from last night.
'"No sir you don't understand" my father started rubbing his forehead frustratedly as his boss shouted at the other end of the phone.
"No sir I didn't-" he was interrupted before his stressed face turned lucid causing shivers to climb up and down my spine, knowing what was going to happen next "YOU KNOW WHAT FINE ILL GET ANOTHER JOB ANYWAY' my father aggressively pressed the end button on his expensive phone. Shoving the phone in his blazer pocket he whipped his head around making me quickly hide my face making it look like I was looking at the scarlet carpet. The Heavy footsteps of dads went towards where the small coffee table -or as it its used alcohol table taking a shot glass he poured one of his strongest whiskeys in before gulping it down as usual.
"This is your fault" he started looking at me leaning against the table ,hands shoved in pockets.
"W-what?" I looked up slightly brushing my brown hair aside.
"ITS YOUR FAULT YOU *beep*!!" Dad threw the empty shot glass at me if I hadn't ducked slightly it would've hit me. Angrily stomping towards me he grabbed a price of the shattered glass before dragging it along my shoulder causing me to scream out in pain.
"STOP PLEASE STOP PLEASE!!" I sobbed ,squealing under the amount of pain that rippled through my shoulder
"GO TO YOUR ROOM AND DONT COME DOWN UNTIL ITS TIME FOR YOUR CHORES" mother finally spoke up from the dark leather seat that she sat in by the hearth.
"Y-yes mother" I stammered choking over my tears as she tripped me up with her slender, shiny black high heel.
"It's mistress" she spat at me before shoving me out the door of the study.
Blinking tiredly I grabbed my first aid kit which stayed behind the mirror. Taking cotton wool and a dis-infecting spray I sprayed the cotton before dabbing the cotton slightly on it. I bit down in my lip trying not to shout from how much the spray stung but I knew it would help. Sitting back down on my bed I sighed logging on to my laptop to finish my homework only to for it to upload on to the same tab of train times. That's when the though occurred to me, I was fed up of my parents attitude all they cared about was there agency. They wouldn't find me they'll find someone new. I wasn't certain where I was going to sleep of what would happens but I knew one thing.
I was going to Run Away to London.
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Time for a runner
AdventureA girl runs from her hometown to escape her parents starting a new life in London, little did she know it was going to be a lot more difficult than she thought.
