Avery's POV
I stared out the dirty window in my tiny room. I thought about breaking it a million times to leave but being me I couldn't find the courage to do it.
I laid on my bed wondering if I'd ever turn into a badass. I giggled at the thought of me riding a motorcycle and wearing a black leather jacket.
"I told you it was Avery!" I heard my foster mom yell. I had no idea what she was saying so I stood up and closed my room door. "She is going to die one day Rob!!" I heard through the door.
At this point I was beyond scared. I always had a bag packed just incase I needed to run.
I was afraid Roxy, my foster mom, was gonna come up the stairs and kill me just like that. I grabbed the bag and locked my room door.
A few minutes later I heard footsteps coming up the creaky stairs. "Avery you open this door immediately, or when I get it open you'll really be dead" I ignored her and grabbed my lamp and smashed the window.
I finally found the courage to leave, I was really doing it. My badass side was showing for the first time. I threw my bag down and climbed out of window trying not to cut myself.
When I was out I grabbed my bag and ran. I had no idea where to go or how I would get there but I wasn't going back to Roxy.
I jumped over the fence at my house and turned around one last time. I smiled because I was finally after all these years brave enough to escape that hell.
I am leaving.
