Home is a place where you feel safe and loved. Well not in my home. My dad died a few years back and my mom remarried my stepdad is an abusive alcoholic. My mom works over hours to pay our bills. I started working to help her but it's not a enough. I had a boyfriend I loved him and he loved me at first but he cheated so we broke up. The only that keeps me going is my mom she is so loving and will do anything for me. But let's get back to today. I was walking in my house about to go in the kitchen but I stop I hear my mom and Joe -my stepdad- talking in the kitchen " you bitch I told to get me beer" Joe said angrily. " I-I'm sorry I forgot". " you forgot! Well you didn't forget to talk to jerry" "jerry works at the store and was helping me with the bags because you wouldn't!". " Who the hell do you think you are to talk to me like that!". My mom had a scared look on her face. Joe put his hand up and slapped her she fell to the ground. " hey! Don't treat her like that!" I said angrily. " listen Katherine if you don't your ass up to your room I'll !" "You'll what!". He walked over to me, he pushed me then punched me. "Go to your room". I got up slowly then ran up the stairs. A couple hours later my mom came up to my room with bruises on her body. I jumped up out of my bed and hugged while crying on her shoulder. " I can't take it anymore mom!" " I know baby I know...that why we're leaving". "Wait what?!" " you heard me we are going to leave". I was shocked but so happy. " hurry and pack up your things" mom said quietly. After an hour we hurried our things in the car and took off....
