Out of Spite

Chapter 1

"I never wanted all of this to happen." I thought to myself. "How could my life be so full of disappointment?"

I'm Megan. I'm 19 and don't have anywhere to go. No friends, no family, nothing. I left all that behind a few years ago. That's right, I'm a runaway.

When I was a kid, I was sent to a Catholic church. My parents sent me to a private all girls Catholic school. All the teachers were nuns and were teaching us "The Ways Of The Lord". It was torture. I hated my life, not

only because I didn't believe in God and was sent to these places, but because

My parents were so hypacritical about it.

My mom was far from a nun. She was a prostitute. You have probably seen her, the one on the corner of Maple and Taylor? Yeah, that's the woman who birthed me.

My dad is an alcoholic. Whenever he's not sleeping, he's drinking. If it wasn't for him beating me, I couldn't even tell you if he knew I was alive or not.

That one night though.. It was the last straw for me.

December 17 is a day that will be forever engraved in my mind. It's the day I finally ran away from everything I hated.

I had just gotten home from school and couldn't wait to get to my bedroom to take off the ugly plaid skirt I was forced to wear. I walked in the door and my dad was passed out on the couch, as usual. I couldn't even stand to look at him anymore. Disgusted I went to my room and shut the door. "I hope he stays on that couch forever" I said to myself. I turned on the music as loud as it could go. It was my only escape. "might as well do some homework before mom gets home and yells at me for being alive." I said sarcastically.

A few hours later, I heard noises coming from downstairs. I shut the music off to see if I heard anyone talking. "Dad's friends must be here." I though but headed down the stairs just to make sure. Bad idea.

I went downstairs and saw that Dad's friends were in fact there but not to Hang out with my father. I screamed when I noticed the poor girl laying on my couch unconscious. Dad must have thought I wasn't home yet because he yelled, "Shit!" like I scared him or something.

"What the he'll are you doing to her?" I screamed. Stupid question, I knew what they were doing. "None of your business! Now go back to your room before I beat you!" screamed my father. "Stop! Stop touching her! Stop it!" I yelled at my Dad's friends. My dad came charging towards me and knocked me to the ground. "Yell stop one more time! Come on I dare ya!" he screamed in my face. "Stop it! You're hurtin her!" I screamed.

That pissed my dad off. He got on top of me and started punching me in the face. "how about you try yelling again?" said my father. I couldn't speak. My mouth was full of blood and my throat was already swelling from him trying to strangle me. I got up and ran to my room. I slammed the door and pushed my desk chair up agiasnt the doorknob. I grabbed an old duffle bag and started cramming it with random things.

Once I had my bag packed, I jumped out my window. I didn't even care

That it was on the second story. "why not I'm already beaten" I thought. When I hit the ground I just started running. I didn't know where I was going I just knew I was going to get away from here.