" Texas 5:00 News coming to you live, in our head story, boy runs away from home and gets home detention. For no-" She clicked the button on the remote and changed channels. "I'm a girl..." I murmured under my breath. "Symone, don't listen to the jerkwads. You know what, why don't I let you go to your friends house?" Mom looked at me and her face said she knew she made an error in the sentence. "I don't have anybodies house to go to dumbass..." I said that and noticed I cussed at her. "Sorry ma.." She looked at me a bit mad but then her expression completely changed. "It's fine.. It's not your fault that you're transgender. It's our fault, we made you." I looked up at her and shook my head. Then I heard a loud thump and a door open. "Symone..! Pretend you're asleep on my lap." I listened to her and laid my head on her lap and 'slept'. I could barely see the outline of my dad walk in, he was the last thing I wanted to see, and he was back from work early. He walked into the living room and sat down on the big couch and laid down. He stole the remote out of moms hand then he started playing Netflix. Dad glanced over at mom again and I shut my eyes. "Didn't I tell you to get that little shit out of here?" Dad sounded pissed. "She's our fucking daughter, I can't get rid of her. Did you forget she's also in house arrest? Grow the fuck up." Mom scolded, I wanted to hug her, but I had to pretend I was asleep. "HE, HE! THAT SHIT TURNED HIMSELF INTO A WHORE! A FUCKING GIRL! HE USED TO HAVE A DICK BUT NOW HE HAS TWO MELONS AND A -" Mom slapped him and then dad went silent. I opened my eyes without knowing that he saw it. Then all of a sudden a hand was in front of my face. I heard a loud punch and blood was all over my face. However, it wasn't my blood. I pushed my moms hand away and saw it was bleeding, and dads face.... Told me to run. I sprung up, and started running. Dad was after me, running, with a pocket knife. "IF YOU DON'T CHANGE BACK IMMA JUST HAVE TO CUT OFF THOSE MELONS OF YOURS!" I ran out the door and left it wide open. I started to run down the street, not looking back. All I could here was blood splatter and a car door open, assuming it was dad stabbing himself, accidentally. I kept running, running all day. Barely stopped until it got dark, then I noticed a TV inside a coffee shop. "Reporters say that the boy tried to run out of the house again! This just in the dad tells us what happens next!, 'He-he came at me. With a pocket knife and stabbed me in the arm!'". That's all I listened to, as soon as I heard him lie I was done with it. I punched the wall in anger. About 5 people stood up and looked at me through the pink tinted window. I walked off embarrassed. I walked down the street, and noticed a street sign that said "STATE BORDER ROAD". Which meant... I could leave Texas! I might have a chance to escape from the cops, my dad, and my life! I ran to the end of STATE BORDER ROAD and encountered a sign,
WELCOME TO ARIZONA!
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