"Get the fuck out!" He yelled as he threw the bottle at the wall I was standing next to.
"Calm down!" I yelled at Bill, my so called uncle.
"Leave bitch! Die!" Bill threw a beer bottle at my left shoulder, causing a piece to cut my skin. "No body wants you alive! Just kill yourself already!"
I wanted to blinked back that tears that were wanting to spill as the blood was.
"Fine!" I yelled out at him as I tore a piece of my shirt.
Grabbing a shard of the glass bottle that shattered next to me, I threw it at the television, which he absolutely adores. Well at least he had, until I broke it.
"Go to hell McKenna!" The man roared as he desperately tried to save his beloved television. Apparently it had been a limited edition of something that he loved.
"I hope karma bites your ass for all the things you made me do when my mother died! Taking me in as a daughter?" I mocked him as I grabbed my black leather jacket and my duffel bag I had filled with necessities.
"Where the hell do you think your going?" Bills awful drunken voice spoke. But I ignored his comment and continued to speak.
"I'll treasure McKenna."
Those were the words he told my mother, his sister before she passed away.
Although I knew he didn't mean it, she didn't see past her loving brothers mask.
But I did.
"Bullshit! You made me into a slave for your own desires. And there is no way that I'm staying in this hell hole with you any longer Bill. You can just kiss my body goodbye because you'll never see it again."
As I stomped out of the house he owned, flung my grey duffel bag over my shoulder and walked to the taxi that was waiting for me.
I had planned this out and there was no way in hell that it was going to go any worse then what my life already had been the past year.
"Where to?" A middle aged man with a gruff voice asked as I locked my door.
"Take me towards the airport." Immediately I heard the man groan.
"It's about an hour away. Wouldn't you want to go to the train station instead?" I laughed at his small agitated plea.
"Perhaps, but I'd much rather prefer the airport. Thank you." I stated with some authority in my voice. It was late and I just wanted a break from California.
The driver didn't complain much after that and I was glad he didn't. Either way I slipped my headphones, ignoring everything as I listened to the music.
Staring out the window during the night wasn't anything new, but each time I saw the city lights I felt relief.
"That will be one-fifty." The taxi mans voice pulled me back into reality. I handed him the money and quickly hopped out.
As I started walking away he told me something.
"It'll get better kid. My parents use to do the same thing. Good luck!" I threw my hand in the air, signaling my goodbye.
Even if I didn't expect him to understand since everyone goes through different things when facing abuse, it made me feel a bit better.
After purchasing a plane ticket to the east coast of the United States, I felt a funny feeling. Like something telling me to expect the unexpected.
Ignoring it I went on the airplane, taking the window seat as I arrived. People continued to pass by me as I was already prepared to start the flight.
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The Girl Who Cried Wolf (Wattys2015)
Werewolf"Why won't you just accept me!" His voice boomed as his back was turned to me. "Because I hardly know you! Because your possessive as fuck! And because I'm a human!" I answered. "You hardly know me?" He said out loud, but mostly to himself. "Fine...
