Drowning // a sam pottorff fanfiction

Chapter 3

I started walking around to the bathroom staring in the mirror realizing it's finally my birthday I'm 18 and legal this feels great

My dad was a fucker like usual and cutting me down making me feel like shit and tearing up
that's every casual day at Haley's house!!

But whatever I'm gonna be gone in couple of hours for the rest of my life hopefully

I stole my moms curling iron that she left behind I found it in the trash because my dad just found it but I curled my hair and actually looked decent
I don't really have anything of my moms because I mean I've never met her and I'm assuming my dad got rid of most of it but this curling iron

As usual I got punched and pushed in the wall being called a hooker and slut but I actually stood up for myself I don't know what came to me

"OK FUCKING LOOK IM NOT A HOOKER OR SLUT , I CANT BE ONE IF YOU NEVER LET ME OUTSIDE"

I screamed with a lump in my throat I felt that I was gonna sob my eyes out

He grabbed a wooden plank and smashed my head I fell

I see lights twirling around and my dad walking away and suddenly I dosed off in a deep sleep

I woke up on my floor with my head bloody so I tried to get up and walked in my bathroom took a shower came out and stitched up my head as much as I could
I guess I can't look decent for once I lost the curls after I took the shower

I was good at stitching up things because I did it quite often

One thing my dad didn't know is that cut if he did I would just be hit more I mean Even tho he knows I'm miserable he would hit me I mean he hits me about everything

As I got dressed

I walked down stairs and found a note I walked over to it and picked it up reading it with tears of joy

*Dear skank,

I'm going to be gone all night long at one of my girlfriends houses ((WOW IM THE SLUT)) I hate you with all my life and if I find out you did any funny business while I'm gone I will beat you so much more then you even know you won't remember your own name

You have it easy but you won't anymore just because your 18 you think you can get away with stuff now but guess what you can't and you won't

When I come home I'm gonna hit you so fucking hard

Go die

YES I CAN ESCAPE

I grabbed all my clothes makeup and curling iron and money and put it In a suitcase I grabbed my phone and charger and walked down stairs I didn't own much but it didn't bother me then and it didn't bother me now

I grabbed one of my dad's cars got in out all my stuff down and screamed because I was so happy ( I had Siri so I can get there safe and sound) I forgot my license and went back upstairs see you would think since my dad's like that , that he wouldn't want me to get a license but he made me get one go I can get him shit

I'm free and so happy

I went back down stairs and kept all the doors unlocked because I could really care less if anyone brakes in

I got in the car and drove as fast as I could away

I turned on the radio really loud and wiz Khalifas work hard, play hard was playing

I loved this song after singing along I realized I had to fill up the car with gas

Being the sneaking "skank" that I am I grabbed my dad's credit card see he made me get him shit so i know the code

He thought he was slick but he's not

As I pulled up the the gas station I got out and put gas in it got back in and hit the road

To Los Angeles