Barely breathing

Chapter 1:The runaway

(Kierra's outfit up top, it's also her body type)

Kierra's POV
My mom came home drunk today.

Last time she came home drunk she nearly killed me. Who says she won't this time.

I've packed my bags and stole her wallet (it's my money anyway). I've got a suitcase and a backpack.

I hear crashes downstairs and shouts.

My mom runs upstairs and kicks my door in.

"Kierra you bitch" my mom says whilst slamming a shattered wine bottle in my face.

It slices my cheek as I jump out the window.

I roll as I hit the ground (she did dance) and I only end up hurting my legs.

I sprint to the sidewalk. Then speed walk until I get to Starbucks.

I get a medium green tea and step outside to hail a taxi (she lives in New York).

After I flag one down I get in. "Can you take me the lotus hotel"
"Yes ma'am, but are you okay, your Face is bleeding".

I smile, what a kind man, I can't hurt him. "I fell, but I'll be okay".

"Alright" He turns around and starts the car. And we're off.

He parks in the lot, no one is around.

I get a hood out of my bag. And push on the guys shoulder in the sweet spot to knock him out.

I get out of the car, open his door and pull him out. I put half of his money in his pocket and pull my hood down.

I drag him to the front of the hotel. "Help I found this man outside!". People came to help.

I ran off to his car and drove off.

I hope he doesn't remember me knocking him out.

I drove to a different hotel and told them that I own the taxi.

I paid for one night and went to the room with my suitcase and backpack.

*timeskip after sleep*

(Kierra's outfit for the day)

I need to get a new job. I'll taxi I guess.

I walk out of the hotel after getting ready.

I hear a few catcalls but whatever.

I walk up to the counter and hand in the card.

"Thank you have a nice day" the guy at the counter says unenthusiastically.

"You too si-" *slap* "Hey sexy" I turn to see a 45-ish year old guy, and give him a one over then ask, "Did you just slap my ass" the guy smirks.

"Hey punk, back off" the guy at the counter grabs the guy by his shirt collar and pulled the guy towards him.