Run While You Can(Editing)

Run While You Can

Sorry it's rather short.

•Prologue•

"Congrats Mr and Mrs. McKan." The doctor said to my loving parents at the time.

It was 1996, February 6, and my mother, Mary McKan gave birth to a baby girl. She had her fathers green eyes and her mothers nose. The baby had thick brown hair and cute little freckles.

"What's her name?" a Nurse had asked.

My parents had looked at each other and smiled."Jamlyn Marie McKan"

When their sweet little girl finally came home, John and Mary McKan were still a loving couple.

A few years later, around Jamie's third birthday, John and Mary started fighting. It was usually just the soft batter of hateful words, but eventually it grew into physical fights. And every once in awhile, Jamie got in the middle of things. She would go to school the next day with bruises on her pale little face, just saying she tripped down the stairs again, worried that she would be taken away from her parents.

When Jamie turned 12, her father began drinking. He'd usually come home around 3 am, with vomit down his shirt, empty bear glasses in his hands and a cigarette in his mouth. Mary slapped him for this. Through the years that grew on, their fights became worse.

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•Chapter One•

It was a sunny autumn day. The pretty fall leafs were blowing in the wind and the weather was just starting to get chilly. I was walking home from school,minding my own business, listening to my favorite Rock & Roll Band, The Killers. I asked Mom if I could possibly buy my own tickets to see them in Concert someday. She said no.

As I approached the door of our family's small white house that stood at the corner of Maple and Oak Street, which I always thought was strange since those are two names of trees, I placed my ear gently against the glass door. I could hear my mom sweeping. She always said "A clean home is a happy home!"

I opened the door carefully, trying to not disturb my mom and raced up the stairs, to my cozy, little bedroom that was originally a rather large attic. As I threw my backpack on my bed and kicked my sneakers off, I heard a loud knock and my mom rush over to answer it. Looking out my window, I saw two police cars with a familiar looking man in the back seat.

I slowly walked down the stairs, leaning towards the railing, trying to listen.

"Sorry to bother you Mrs. McKan, but your husband has been a suspect in a murder case. And we believe he killed the young man. He's not admitting it yet. We will need to keep him at the local County Jail until we sort this out." the police man said. He voice was like nails on a chalkboard. It was bitter and strict. I took a deep breath, not fully aware that my father was a murderer.