"To be loved and to be in love"

*Running away*

"You little bastard!" Smack! "Why do you ruin everything?!" Kick!

My name is Jaclyn Thompson, and just a few moments ago...I got my hourly beating. I know that I'm not perfect, but I do know that I don't deserve this. I am getting out of this house. I ran to the back of the house to the room that felt like home up until 2 years ago. Why doesn't it feel like home anymore? I'll tell you later. Right now I have to pack and leave this hell hole.

I grab the beat up suit case that my Aunt MaiRuth used on her senior trip to Paris 20 years ago. I stuffed it with everything I knew I couldn't live without. *Cough cough* Pads *Cough*I went to the kitchen and walked into the pantry. I used the step stool to reach the top shelf. I grabbed the box of granola bars, and several bottles of water. Boom! "Dammit, it's gonna rain." I whispered as I hurried back to my room. I threw the food in the suit case and zipped it up. "HEY BASTARD!"

I kicked the suit case under the bed as The devil himself walked in the door with the belt in his hand. If you're wondering who he is, well he's my Uncle James. Just a little introduction for you.

He slapped me across the face with the belt, and laughed. "You slut. It's your fault. Its all your fault!" I knew who he was referring to with out thinking about it. I do ruin everything. "I-I'm sorry.." I sobbed as I cradled my face in my hands. I knew it was only getting worse because I could smell the alcohol. "Bitch." He spat. I waited until he slammed the door signaling that he had left the room. I hoisted myself onto my knees and pulled the suit case bask out. I opened the window and the smell of the rain hit me in the face. I threw it out the window. I stuck one leg out and he came bursting through the door. "Get back in here you little home wrecker!" I screamed and made the jump. I knew I wouldn't get far with the suitcase so I left it and ran as far as my legs would take me. I look behind me to see that he's not as far back as I thought. The rain poured heavier as i ran. He grabbed my shirt which was now sticking to my body. I felt the material rip as I wrestled out of his grip. "Arghh!" He growled as he fell to the ground. I looked down at my shirt...or what was left of it. It was ripped from the right sleeve all the way down exposing my purple bra. I tried not to cry. James got up and charged at me. Knocking both of us to the ground. I felt the wind being knocked out of me the moment we hit the pavement. "Let go of me!" I gasped. I kicked him in the stomach, but he held on. I did what Mom, Dad, and Aunt MaiRuth taught me. I kicked him downtown and sure enough he let go and screamed. I got up and ran.

(A/N) Sooooooo....Here's the first official chapter! Let me know what ya'll think! Follow my IG for updates. #TwankerGang or no Gang. PERIDOT.