The Runaway Life

CHAPTER 2: Getting Away

CHAPTER 2:

You're probably wondering, "how in the world can an eight year old run away from home? Where does she go?"

Well, let me answer them for you. I knew I had to get away, no matter the consequences. It wasn't safe at home and I couldn't stay there anymore. My mom was a single mother, who I shouldn't even call a mother. My mom was in love with my dad, and was devastated when he left. She never got over him. But I still wonder where he is today, even though he practically ruined my life.

I didn't know where to go, since I didn't have any family, except for my mom. I didn't even have any friends! I went to the place where I knew I would be safe...the place that my mom took me once. It was Pizza Hut!

Okay...that probably sounds really strange that that is the only place I could think of, but it's true. I really have only been to Pizza Hut at the time. We went there once to pick up a pizza for my mom and the strange guy that was at our house that day.

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As I climbed down from the tree, I noticed my mom's car in the driveway. It was weird that she had not left the house yet. I was pretty sure that she was just sleeping.

I ran behind our house, crouching down under the windows, just incase my mother was awake. I jumped behind a bush, and ran across my neighbor's lawn. When I looked back at the house...my mother's hawk eyes were pointed straight at me through the window.

Even now, I can still feel my heart racing, and my adrenaline going, but I just turned around and kept going.

I literally made it to Pizza Hut, until I found out that it was closed on Sundays...today.

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I can't really explain the last ten years to you, or anyone. All I care about is that I made it through and am alive.

All I will say is that after I tried to go to Pizza Hut, I went to a soup kitchen, where I got all of my meals. They let me live there, as long as I left when I was finally able to get a job.

Well, that is my problem. I don't have a job, and I can't live there anymore. I am practically sleeping in my suitcase. (And yes I finally got one- it's no longer a backpack).