Trapped

*Leigha's POV*

Yes, finally my eighteenth birthday. I've dreamed of this day since I was around the age of ten. This was the day I break free from the struggles of my drunken mom and leave with Jordan and Natalie. I text Natalie.

"Hey meet me at Starbucks."

"Okay, be there in 10."

I quickly get dressed in a old dodge shirt I had and a random pair of jeans and leave my mom a note. Every time I see her I want to just burst into tears, from all the drinking and screaming. I grab my keys and walk out the door. I look at her yellow, hung over body one last time as I walk out.

I see Natalie and I walk over to meet her.

"Hey." I say smiling.

"Hey, So have you started packing?" she asked.

"A little." I say "dealing with my mom the past few weeks was harder than I thought it would be."

She has a look on her face saying I understand.

"So, have you texted Jordan yet?" she asks.

"No, but I'm going to." I say "Well I'm going to go home and finish packing. See you later!"

*We Leave and go home.*

Jordan is one of my best friends in the world. He has helped me through a lot. He has dark brown hair that forms into a quiff and hazel eyes. When I get home I text Jordan and he's so happy and relived that I can finally and legally leave the torture at home. I hear footsteps coming up the stairs. I quickly hide my stuff in the closet and she walks in.

"Hi sweetie." she says as the smell of alcohol kills my nose.

"Hi mom. So, I applied to many colleges, and going to in a dorm room." I said smiling as the lie rolls off my tongue.

"No!" She says strictly.

I was confused. Why not? What was the problem with me leaving. College was an excuse for leaving with the two people who mean everything to me to avoid the stress here.

"Why?" I ask questionably.

"You're getting married."

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A/N

Heey! That's the first chapter of Trapped. I hope you liked it. I will update it soon!

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