Running for freedom

Prolog - how it all started

I am in my room, listening to music and reading a book. I have already done my homework. I can hear my father and my brother arguing. Nothing new. They always argue. But here I am in deep depression. I sigh. This is bad. I hate it, when my father is angry. Beacuse, suddenly, I'm the victom. All his anger... He attacks me. Always.

"Aya!" I can hear his voice, covered with anger. I get up. I take deep breath and step out of my room.

"Yes, dad?" I'm ready. He starts yelling at me. I don't remember why he was mad - it was something pointless - but I remember the bad words he used. He called me fuckt up, a cow, a bitch,... And I am his own daughter.

This was a moment I realised, that I can't live here anymore. But, I've made a promise. To my eight years younger sister.

"Hey, Lars!" I said. "What?" she asked. "On Christmas, when it's my b-Day, we are going to eat some hot chocholade at a fancy bar!" "That's great!"