Purpose

Three

Grabbing my hoodie has a rush out the house, to find the sun setting.

Finally being able to breath without watching my back from GooHi. I wish there was some why out.

"Why did you have to leave me? Why did you leave me?" I cry as I walk the dimly lit streets.

I miss my mother so much. I can't even explain. From her smile, to her kind words. Her tone was always soft when talking to me. She always really cared for me. Even after the lost to my older brother to stage 4 lung cancer. She never lost hope. But it all fell apart when she met GooHi. At first he was nice and always left a smile on my mothers and I faces. But after my 16th birthday he had grown increasingly difficult. He was more interested in me than my mom. My mother said that he wants to makes sure I'm okay. But my friends say it's because I'm younger than my mom so I'm more "useful" to him. But I didn't understand.
Once he started coming in to my room late at night I started to understand. But not very clearly. He would just touch my face and make me stand in front of him naked. He told me if I said anything to my mother her would hurt the both of us. I wasn't willing to have my mother hurt. I could tell she really loved this man.
My mother had grew ill and that's when things went down hill. He came in to my room more often. It went from once a week to every night. He just touched more than my face. And made wash off once he was done with me.
As my mother slowly got better he has stopped seeing me. I was so happy to have mother back. Till she got in a car accident and passed away.
He started drinking and coming home late. I had no choices go stay with him.
Some nights he would come in my room and beat me, also he would cry and say how munched he missed my mom. Others, the touching started again. One night he almost raped me. I was lucky enough that he passed out on top of me.
Every since that night he has been making me do things to him and make me do things to myself. He says he is waiting for my 19th birthday to take away my Virginity. I'm so called "pure" if he waits. I'm waiting to run away. I just haven't found out when or how. 
Now I'm 18 in my last year of high school. I'm trying so hard to do good so I can go off to college.
But it's tough to have him abusing me.
As my birthday slowly approaches. I have 4 more months to run away.