I felt an adrenaline rush through me as I grabbed a big blue bag. I stuffed all my clothes in.
I hadn't bought much clothes since I wasn't really into clothes and he wouldn't let me buy any.
I quickly changed into a pair of jeans and a shirt. Quickly slipping a hoodie over, I covering up my scars. To make sure, I took out a make up box which I haven't use in a long time. I smeared some foundation over my arms and legs, hiding the bruises and my scars.
I took all the necessities from he bathroom, especially the blade.
Then I went to the drawer where he kept his money.
I ransacked it and found five thousand dollars.
That mother fucker had so much and never even spared any for me?!
I was angry. So angry that- that words cannot described what I have become.
The blood in me started to rush even faster than before as I picked up my bag and stepped out of the door and into night.
I was out.
I did not know what to do. Really.
What am I going to do?
That was the only question that evaded my mind.
I grabbed the handle of my guitar bag tighter.
The guitar was given to me by my brother. He was the only one that cared.
RYAN!
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