Runaway

can't take it anymore

I wake up, its 5 am on a Saturday and I hated waking up but today was different then other days...After I woke up I took a shower put on a KISS T-shirt with ripped tight black jeans and black converse then I put on some eyeliner and mascara with red lipstick. I was ready, today I was going to tell my parents I was going to move out on my own. I ran downstairs with a big smile on my face but I saw my parents fighting with empty alcohol bottles on the floor I thought to myself oh shit. I saw my parents and my brother, Christian otherwise known as CC arguing with my parents "Mom, dad I'm sorry but I'm going on tour with my band and after that I'm moving in with them!" I stood in awe as my mother said " Christian you will not leave this house! You have to help me and ur father or else we will die and it'll be ur fault!" Christian said "I'm leaving no matter what u say goodbye mom and dad" he started leaving until my dad grabbed him by the back of his shirt and punched him in the face "CHRISTIAN YOU WILL LISTEN TO UR FUCKING MOTHER OR ELSE I WILL BEAT THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF U U LITTLE PIECE OF WORTHLESS SHIT!" dad started punching him repeatedly. I started crying and ran to my father pulling on his arm begging him to stop but my mother took an empty bottle and hit me in the face. Christian knocked out my dad and ran to me " y/n come with me go pack up ur stuff and come with me and I promise no one will ever hurt u again hurry up u have five minutes" I was confused and surprised "but..." "NOW!!!!" I ran as fast as I could and got all of my stuff and packed it all in bags and ran downstairs with them "ready" I said. he locked mother and father in a closet , you could hear their struggle and yells and they eventually would knock down the door. Christian smiled and took my hand and ran out the door. "Christian what now we don't have anywhere to go! " he smiled at me as a tour bus drove up and parked at our house.