Fear
Anger
The possibility of having freedom
And the only person I love, my brother Leroy.
These are the few things that keep me motivated to continue to run. My brother and I have been running from him for 4 years now. At the age of 12, the last thing my mother told me before she was killed, was to listen to everything Leroy told me to do and that she loved me very much. I didn't understand why Leroy was rushing me out the door and ordering me to get into the car. And that's when I heard the gun shots emitting from our house, and my father barreling out the front door with a look of pure hatred on his face. My brother high-tailed it out of there. I was scared for my life, Le had just gotten is drivers liscenes a only 2 months prior and still wasn't a very great driver. I sat there in shock as the hot tears rolled down my face, listening to my brother curse under his breath. I felt scared, alone, and very much confused. Leroy told me that daddy was never to be trusted again, and that if he found us....he'd hurt us. I didn't want to believe the words falling from his mouth, daddy was my hero. I couldn't bring myself to ever think that he would hurt us. I knew he had a drinking problem but I didn't understand how serious it had gotten. I didn't realize that daddy also had a secret, and if you mix that with his alcholic behaviors, you'd get one hell of a storm.
"CARA, run!" a voice barked.
I snapped out of my thoughts. It was pitch black outside.
"Run now! Dammit run!" it was Leroy.
The next thing I knew, I was pushed. Falling down a massive hill with many trees. Then a gun shot echoed through the forest. I kept tumbling down the steep slope, hitting many rocks and branches on the way. Small chucks of my wavy blonde hair getting ripped out, and feeling the debris cut and scrape my skin as I continued to roll. Fear took over as I plummetted into rushing water, still not being able to see a thing because it was night time. Trying my best to stay above water, I started to panic when I didn't see Leroy. Did he get shot? Did my father and his powerful troops get ahold of him? What if he's hurt?
I was taken aback when a hand grabbed my wrist, fearing that it was my father.
A/N: sorry I know it's a short chapter. I'm not the best writer oops sorry(:
