making a run for it

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after 2 horrible hours the stranger finally gets up and starts dressing. I lay there in the bed hardly moving because I was too sore. I wanted to cry. The man handed me about $1700 dollars,gave me one last smirk then walked out this time I was smart i took out $500 and hid the rest under the matress. My daddy busted up in the room and screamed "where the damn money". I hurriedly handed him the $500 . He snatched it and started to count it. the he paused and looked at me with fear in my eyes then smacked me to the floor.

daddy:If you da work harder I woulda had more money bitch!

 He stormed out of the room and i began to cry. Then and there i had made up my mind to "make a run for it". That night when he came home drunk and high with some prostitute from da streets he came into the room where I was , I ran right past them into the front room where my mama sat looking sad. "Mama you aight '. She looked up at me then began to cry. sshhh, I cooed tryna make her feel a lil bit betta. I began to cry with her knowing just how she felt. "mama i can't stay here no more, i have to leave".  She began to cry now more than ever. "Baby I understand". She began to jerk and twitch like dem crack addicts. I got up and began to pick up the little things i saw and packed them into my pink and white nike sports bag. I didn't take much with me just some nike slippers high waist pants crop tops sandals tooth brush etc. I turned the door knob of the room where my daddy was. A naked girl was on top of him both of them sleeping. I snuck to the side of the bed and stuck my hand under the matress for the money, when my dad woke up and started yelling.

 I grabbed the money from the bed and ran. He ran after me I ran down the stairs into the street. I ran into a corner and turns out the corner was a DEAD END!

 

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