Finding Myself

What would you do if you lived in a home with an abusive mother and a drunken father. Would you stay or would you run. Would you call the cop and watch the sick basters rot in jail or would you try to help them even when it hard not only for you but for them to. Well I have tried them all and each time I had failed miserable. When I try to run they find me. When I try to stay they hurt me. When I try to reach out for help they always find a way to pull me back. When ever someone try to help they turn the other way. But that all changed when I saw this mysterious girl from school walk down an alleyway. Being the person I am I decided to follow her into the alley and boy do I wish I hadn't.