Seventeen years. Seventeen years this shit had been going on. Seventeen out of twenty one years of my life, I was in this shit hole of a place. Well, not for much longer.
I packed my last bag, lugging my suitcases and bags into the hallway as silently as I could. After an almighty battle trying to find the door handle in the dark, I unlocked the door. I saw the car waiting for me. A dark silhouette was sitting on the bonnet, waiting for me to appear. He waved, and helped me get my bags into the boot. I grabbed the dog's lead off the hook by the door, looping it onto his collar. I shut the door quietly behind me, locking it again, slipping the key into my pocket. I raced to the car. I put the dog in the back seat, and jumped in the passenger seat.
"You ready?" I looked beside me. My best friend, Tom, had his hand on the gear stick, waiting for my nod.
"Absoloutely. Let's get the hell out of here." I said, watching my house as I drove away from it for the final time.
My name is Darya. I'm twenty one years old. I'm a victim of abuse. And this is my story.
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FanfictionYou and Tom have been best friends since you were five years old. He's the only person on earth who knows everything about you, the only person you can trust
