I finally got out of it and went for it. I got up. I struggled so hard, but once I finally got up I ran to Ezra and hid behind him.
"Go to your room now Mirana. Pack I'm not letting you stay here." He said and I ran to my room to get all my things.
I packed some of my clothes for school, my shoes, my laptop, iPad, my school bag and everything. Even one of my blankets I can't sleep without. I walked down stairs to hear them still kind of arguing.
"YOU CAN'T TAKE HER AWAY FROM ME!" My dad yelled.
"I'm going to, you don't treat her right! You treat her like a fucking doll. She's a fucking human, but here you are treating her the wrong way. I don't know how the fuck your wife let you abuse her. How could you do that to your own wife? You are losing everything you've ever had!" Ezra now yelling at my dad. "I am not going to let you destroy and fuck up the only good thing in my brothers life right now. "
"Yeah and I could call the cops on you!"
"Good luck with that." he said "Mirana are you ready?" Ezra asked and I nodded.
He helped me with two of my bags while I had my school bag and my poster. We walked out while Ezra was keeping an eye on my Dad. He didn't want my dad to go anywhere near me. Ezra opened the door for me and I walked out. The sun wasn't in the sky anymore, but the sunlight still shined.
"Are we gonna walk all the way to your house?" I Asked not really wanting to walk.
"No my truck is around the corner." he said.
"Oh okay good." I said and scooted myself closer to him. "I forgot it's winter here." I said shivering.
"It's okay the weather isn't that bad." he said.
"Yeah but you aren't the one locked up in warmth all day." I said to him.
We walked faster to the truck, I got in and he put my bags in the back.
On the way to his house we just asked and talked about ourselves. I now know he is totally into metal music as the music is playing in his truck. He enjoys working out. He enjoys my company and loves that I'm friends with his brother. He hates reading. He hates people who brag about things. He hates people that only like him for his looks. He hates the friends he used to be friends with because they only wanted the luxury he has.
"So what are some things that you hate doing?" he asked
I haven't really thought about that because I happen to like a lot of things because I have to or else I get bored.
"You know I honestly don't know. I had to learn to like a lot of things because I was always locked up in that house." I said.
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DragosteI'm sorry but this might be a little harsh to people. Being a girl at 14. Her mother was raped by her husband. Her mother died when she turned 15. And along the way she's helped by someone she could actually call a friend. Read more about Mirana...
