This is my first story (YAY), so please be nice. any suggestions are appreciated. sorry for any spelling or grammar errors.
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I stuffed the last of my necessities into my one bag, I didn't have the time or space for anything else. It had to be small and portable so I could run with it if needed.
I was running away. To where, I didn't know. as long as it was away from That Place, far far away.
My Mom wanted me to call it "home", but itwasn't my home, not since HE had arrived.
No, I called it Hell, my personal Hell. And the Devil in my Hell had a name, and a disguising shell in
which it was hiden.
On the outside he looked kind, handsome even. But on the inside? On the inside he was soulless,
soulless and cruel.
His name was Robert, Robert Miller.
My Mom wanted me to call him "Dad", but a dad is someone who has your love and respect, a
father figure. The only feelings I had towards him were fear and hate.
I hadn't meant to leave my mother behind, but she had made it clear where her loyalties lie.
I wasn't sure if she had stayed with him out of love, or her fear that if she left he would find her and
put her through a fate far worse than death.
I had been willing to take that chance because for me every day way a fate far worse than death.
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my life as a runaway (ON HOLD)
RomanceShe had to leave, she couldn't take it anymore. when she finally works up the nerve to leave though something goes wrong. Will this something lead to happiness or a prison even worse then the one she ran from?
