runaways

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"Let go of me." I growled at my stepdads grip, but as soon as I said it he tightened it. I winced at the pain.

"Don't talk to me like that, missy." He started to pull me to my bedroom, and his breath reeked of alcohol.

I tried to pull away, but every time he would pull me harder.

"Be easy on her." My mom slurred her words together, her greasy blonde hair with black roots all messed up, her eyes sunken in, probably from the drugs she injects into herself every night.

"Shut up, Catherine." My step dad yelled, my mom flinched when he raised his voice.

"Leave me alone, asshole!" I screamed, trying to pry his grip off my swollen, bruised wrist.

He smirked as he shut and locked the door of my bedroom, them threw me onto the bed. As he came closer to me, I dodged him and went under his arm, just for him to trip me. I fell onto the cold, wooden floor and attempted to get back up, but he was right behind me.

I quickly crawled to the door and stood up, fiddling to unlock it, scared of what he would do, just like every night for the past couple weeks. But again, he was right against me, his warm breath on my neck as he turned me around, slamming me into the door.

I flinched as his actions, but tried to stay strong and not seem weak, even though my heart was beating fast and I was scared as fuck.

"Oh Annabelle, you know I would never want to hurt you, right?" He paused and started to kiss up my neck, my body tensing. "And you trust me right? You should trust mike, your step dad."

I scoffed at his words, and I hated his stupid name. Behind me, I managed to unlock the door, then I kicked his shin, and made a run for it.

"Shit!" He yelled behind me.

"What are you doing?" My mom yelled as she blew the cigarette smoke in my face and started to come after me.

"She just fucking kicked me, Catherine! She needs to be punished, she's really getting out of control lately!" He kept yelling as I ran out the door, "where the fuck are you going?! Get back here right now, Annabelle! Anna! You fucking asshole!"

I ignored his mean words as I ran down the street, to the park a couple blocks away. I took my almost dead iPhone out, and texted my friend, Joelle.

Park. Now. I texted.

I put my hands in my jean jacket pockets, and put up my hood as I waited for her to arrive, and I pulled out a cigarette and a lighter, and inhaled the toxic smoke.

"Anna?" I heard a couple minutes later. I looked up and saw Joelle sprinting towards me, her green hair blowing in the wind.

"Are you okay?" She sat next to me.

I shook my head and rolled my eyes, "Mike tried it again. I'm tired of this shit! I need to leave before it happens again."

I shuttered at the thought of the large man on top of me, telling me everything was okay, while slowly undressing me as I screamed and cried for someone, anyone. Joelle knew everything, she had been my best friend for almost 10 years, and I trusted her.

"What are you gonna do?" She asked.

"What I've been planning to do since I was nine." I blew out smoke, then took another deep inhale.

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At about 5am, is shook Joelle awake at her house.

"Joe." I whispered over and over until her eyes fluttered open, "ready?"

She sighed and got up, then put on her coat, and we quietly went down the stairs of her parents house, making sure not to wake anyone up. We went out the back door, and got into her small car, then drove to my house.

I knew no one would be awake, so I thought this would be the best time. Before I got out of the car, Joelle stopped me.

"Remeber, stay quiet, and house number 94 on oak avenue. Good luck, and I love you." She faked a smile.

"I love you too." I quietly shut the car door, and she pulled out of my driveway and left. I waved at her and she sped down the road, and my stomach was doing turns, either from being anxious to go inside, or because i just left my best friend for most likely the rest of my life.

I signed, then started inside. I went in through the back door, then held my breath as I walked past my moms and mikes room, then made my way into my room. I locked my door, then went into my closet and got my bag. It was the bag I've had since I was nine, saved just for this day. It was packed full of food, clothes, a charger, headphones, etc., but it was missing one thing. I went under my bed, and pulled out a small tissue box that was wrapped up, labeled "runaways".

I looked inside of it. It was filled to the top with money, it was all the money I had, probably around three or four hundred dollars. I packed it into the bag, then went to my bedroom door and slowly unlocked it. Outside of it, I could hear someone rummaging through the cabinets, trying to find food. I knew that they would see me if I left, so I stayed quiet, thinking of another way to get out.

I looked at the small, tight window in my room, and thought about if my skinny arms and legs could fit through it. I knew this was my only way out, so I opened the window, threw my bag out of it into the crunchy leaves, then fit one leg into it, then my other, slide my torso through, one arm, and just as I was about to get my head through, I smacked it on the window edge, causing a loud bang, and the rest of my body fell loose, and I collapsed onto the cold, wet ground outside.

"Catherine?" I heard mike yell inside. Fuck. Why was he up?

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Omg new ff even tho I know no one will read this :))