Prologue:
In that moment all I could feel was his fist hit my face. "God dammit Grant, you're just a
fucking waste of space!" I was deaf to all noise around me, except the tv. All I remember from
that night was the distinctive sobs coming from it. And my mother yelling my name as I released
all my anger out on her good for nothing husband. My mother was never around as I went through
middle school and the first few years of high school. She didn't know of the fights I got into.
She worked to take care of me. She eventually fell in love with the piece of shit who put his
hands on me at least once maybe twice a week. This time was because he found a bag of weed in
my drawer. But what right does he have to go through my shit. That bastard will burn in hell
before I let him ruin my life anymore. I ran upstairs to grab my bag that had been packed
since my freshman year of high school. It had enough clothes for a week, and over $3000. I
went back downstairs gave my mom a hug as she looked at me with tears in her eyes. She knew
exactly what I was doing. I turned to face Rick, and gave him a simple "Fuck you." Then I walked
right out of the front door. I threw my bag over my shoulder and headed to the rent a car place.
If I was going to make it to California I was going to need a car. I rented the cheapest one and
gave them my fake ID. I wasn't planning on bringing the car back. I tossed my bag into the back
seat and headed for the freeway. This was going to be a long drive.
