"Mom!" I yell, wiping my tears off of my still aching face with a quick swipe. I then return my bloody, and sweaty hand to the steering wheel.
My mother lays sprawled across the backseats, with blood streaming from a deep gash in her head.
I curse and yell, "Mom! Please wake up! Wake up!" I reach back, turning away from the road and shaking her shoulder.
I hear a loud honk and turn back to the road with a gasp. I jerk the wheel to the right to put myself back in my lane. I check the rear view to make sure my father's Black Mustang isn't following us.
I murmur, "Don't worry mom. We'll be there soon."
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Abuse
RandomAfter years of her father abusing her and her mother, Amara Adams, finally convinces (or forces) her mother to leave. But she doesn't realize by making that decision they will have to live on the run. They can't leave any traces or evidence and they...
