Mockingbird.

The Fam

I sat in my room listening to the screams that were my parents. I got up from my bed and walked over to my door and opened it. Almost immediately the screams got louder and I slammed the door shut. Tears started to slowly roll down my cheeks, I walked over to my window and slowly opened it. I climbed out the window and started running. My hazel eyes were glassy, my nose started to run, and my cheeks were pink from the cold weather. My name is Christina DeSpirito, I live in Detroit, I'm 12 years old. I had a brother named Justin, but he left when he was 17. I plan on one day leaving this place one day too. Justin calls every once in a while specifically to talk to me to make sure I was okay, besides the abuse, Im fine. Though I am young, I am still mature for my age, I can handle myslef being alone, but I cant seem to handle my own parents. I slowed down my running and soon I stopped, I sat down near a trailor park, sobbing at the thought of going back, which I knew had to happen. Although I could handle being alone, its Detroit, its dangerous. I saw a pretty fancy, shiny black car come up the street and slowly come to a stop.

"Shit." I said, I slowly got up and was about to start running when suddnely a man came out of the car with a look of concern on his face. He scared me, he had short blond hair and tattoos along both his arms, I could see them before he put a black leather jacket over his black tank top. I slowly tried to get up and run away, you know the whole "stranger danger" stuff right? Well yeah this was a stranger coming out of his fancy black car staring at me and walking towards me, I could just feel the danger by simply looking at him.

"Hey, wait." He said. I turned around, still slowly backing away. "Its okay, I wont hurt you." He smiled at me. I stopped walking completely. "Whats your name?" He asked.

"Um. I'm Christina." I said. He took another step towards me.

"Okay, um first off, youre crazy for being out here in Detroit all alone. Second, are you okay, you lost?" He asked, taking another step towards me.

"No I'm not lost, I've done this before-"

"Doesnt make it any less dangerous." He said. He had a point. I was alone. It was getting dark. Detroit, that was a problem.

"Yeah yeah. As I was saying, No I'm not lost, my parents are arguing right about now and its not exactly a safe enviornemt for me now, and now I'm here talking to the complete stranger that is you."

"Ah. You dont gotta be scared, you dont recognize me?" He asked.

"Should I?" I asked.

"Nope. My name is Marshall, I'm a famous rapper and pepole like to call me Eminem." He explained.

"Like the candy?" I asked.

"No. E-m-i-n-e-m."

"Oh, well thats new." I said. He chuckled.

"Yeah."

I shivered.

"Are you okay, ya cold?" He asked, taking off his jacket, I stopped him.

"Nope. I'm fine really." I said.

"Dont lie to me, honey. I have kids I know a lie when I see one." He said and walked over to me, and put the jacket over me and zipped it up.

"Thanks." I smiled. He nodded. I looked up at him and I couldnt help but notice his icy blue eyes, they made me shiver. My phone buzzed. 'Get the fuck back here you little bitch.' It was from my dad, as I read it I couldnt stop my tears that stared rolling down my cheeks.

"Hey, baby baby." Marshall hugged me. "Whats wrong?" I handed him my phone and saw him read the text.

"Mother-" He stopped himself. "Christina, I want you to come with me okay? I'm bringin you with me 'nd youre gonna stay with me okay? I aint just gonna let you go back to that hellhole." He grabbed mt hand and led me into the car.