She Walks Alone

Prologue

           I live with my dad in his upscale apartment in Los Angles. He's a lawyer for one of the biggest firms in the country. You would think I would I have the best life ever, but no it used to be amazing when my mom was still alive never a dull moment.

         But she died about a year ago when a fire started in the hospital she worked at. She was to busy trying to get all the kids out of there but by the time they were safe she had no time to get and the fire consumed. When my dad found out he went into depression and just stopped loving or taking care of my little brother and I. Then about a month after her death he started drinking. Heavily. He would go to the bar after work and come home drunk and mad. He would come home and see me and he would beat me everyday. There would be bruises everywhere sometimes, I could barely stand without a shooting pain in my legs. I spent most of my mornings using makeup to try and hide the bruises.

          Right now up in my room finishing my homework, when I hear the door open and slam shut. Oh no! My dad is home, I hear my baby brother start to cry extremely loud. I hear my dad's footsteps pound up the steps to the nursery. He starts yelling and I hop off my bed and race out the door to my baby brother's room. I enter as my dad raises his hand to smack him. I ran over to him and grabbed his arm pushing and then with all my force pushing him into the wall. He snapped his head to look and at me giving me the iciest, coldest, and most hateful glare I had ever seen in my life. He pushed off the wall walked over to me taking slow torturing steps toward me till he we was right in my face.

         "Get the hell out of my house!" He shouted at me with all the hate he held inside.

"Father, please! I'm sorry just let us stay we'll stay out of your way I promise" I begged hoping he would change his mine

"I said get out and if you come back here again I'll make your life a living hell! NOW GET OUT!" He roared.

          "You mean more than it already is!" I yelled back he growled and stepped closer.

          "Get. Out." He said lowly and menacingly with that he walked out.

        I ran grabbed my large blue duffle bag and hurriedly filled it with all my clothes and anything I would need then I ran into brother's room and did the same. I grabbed my baby brother out of the crib and checked to see where my dad was then I heard his car zoom out the drive way. I ran into his room and filled a second duffle; filled it with everything in his safe which was about 100,000 dollars. I dashed out of the house I kept running for what seemed like forever I finally stopped and looked around to see where I was and went inside a nearby McDonald's what am I going to do? I can't care for Ashton and myself, I'm 12 years old got heaven's sake! Even with the money I had it still wouldn't be enough. I wish my mom was still around life was so much better with her. I buried my face into my hands and cried.