"No please don't" I cry out with fear as my horrible step father whips me with his belt for the 4th time in a row. I looked at my mom she closed her eyes and looked away obviously feeling the guilt.
"Shut up bitch." He yelled slapping me in the face. His alcohol filled voice came out in a slur, he finally stopped hitting me and I ran up to my room. "Why is my life so miserable!?" I yell into my pillow. My mom didn't care about me, if she did she would stop him. I decided this was it I've had enough.
I packed my stuff and sneaked out through my window. I knew were I was going, to the airport. I got in a cab and I arrived at the airport 20 minutes later. I wanted to get as far away from here so I booked a flight to Australia using up almost all of my money I've been saving for the past 2 and a half years.
The flight was in an hour, I waited patiently finally it was time. I got on the airplane nervously I don't know when I'm going to see my mom ever again. Even though she didn't care about me I still love her. I closed my eyes and the airplane took off.
"Welcome to Australia everyone the temperature is 55 degrees fahrenheit thank you for flying with British Airways enjoy your stay!" The flight attendant said his loud voice booking through the speakers walking me up.
I unbuckled my seatbelt, and got off. I was staying in a small rental house that wasn't too expensive. I claimed my bags and got into a cab showing the driver the address. He nods and starts
driving I close my eyes and think about what awaits me in Sydney, Australia.
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