This World is not my Home *Austin Carlile adoption*

Chapter 2

-Spencer's POV-

I yelped as my hair was yanked. I was thrown on the hard wood floor and stared up at the monster above me. I could smell the stench of alcohol that radiated off his body as he glared at me. I tried to jump to my feet but his foot collided with my side and I groaned and slipped back to the floor.

"Listen here you little bitch," my father yelled at me, his voice slurring slightly. "You've already killed my wife so now your going to get what you deserve, I should've done this forever ago..."

I began shaking at the though of what he might do but I could feel myself pale as he pulled out a metal object, a gun. My father was going to kill me. I sucked in a deep breath and jumped to my feet, he pointed the barrel at my head and I bolted. I feet moved as fast as they could and I heard the gun shot ring out through the house. I could see the vase behind me shatter as I made my way to the door. My heart rate was booming out of control as I grabbed the door handle. I practicaly ripped the door off the hinges when I heard the second shot. I swear I saw the bullet just breeze hast my head as I ran. I didn't look back as I made my way down the street, my sides were burning but I kept pushing my legs to go faster.

I finally stopped running and took a look around, I had made my way to a place that was unknown to me. I walked down the streets of the, what looked to be, ghost town. I wrapped my arms tightly around my slender body and thought. My own father, me parent, my suppose to be guardian had just tried to kill me, to end my life, to put me six feet under. Its a hard subject to wrap your head around. I began to think, I knew he was abusive but really, trying to kill me? Why? I began to think deeper, why did he try to kill me, did he really hate me that much? Tears began to stream down my pale face as I came to the conclusion of why he tried to kill me. I didn't even like me so why would anyone else, of course he would want to kill me, even I wanted to kill me.

I looked up with my tear stricken face see exactly what I wanted to see. In front of me stood a bridge that overlooked a small river. I made my way to the middle of the bridge and looked down at the water, cool and relaxing. I looked behind my at the strangers in there cars, too busy with their lives worth living to even notice the broken girl standing a mere ten feet away. I began my steps to death as I slip off my vans and climbed up to the ledge, I held the support cables tightly while I stared down at my death bed, it looked quite inviting. I thought I heard a voice yelling at me but ignored it, it was probably just my mind, telling me to just get it over with, just jump already. I smiled as my hands left the cables and the felt the sensation of free falling.

I was finally free.