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Arielle's POV

To say moving to a new state and city had been a new thing for myself, I would be lying through my teeth. I have not stayed in the same place for more than three months at most for a few years. This being because my father would somehow end up finding me. Being found by him is something that scares me the most.

I am nineteen years old but my father still scares me to my bones. Looking at my body and all the marks that he has left on my skin throughout my life for something I did not cause makes me heartbroken. When I was a little girl I had been a Daddy's girl for sure, but after the day that my mother and I got into a car accident while we were on our way to one of my ballet classes my father begun to drink his pains away.

I remember the night that my life changed for the worst, the first time my father laid a hand on me. I was six years old at the time in my bedroom. It had been a few weeks after the accident that took my mother away from me, and I was playing with my dolls in my bedroom when my father walked in the room, drunk. He picked up my small frame throwing me onto my princess pink bed while yelling, saying that what happen to my mother was my fault.

Every day after that night had been hell for me. After my sixteenth birthday on June fourth, I ended up saving enough money from the jobs that I took after school and the money that I took from my loaded father, and finally had the guts to pack my bags and grab the keys to one of my dad's cars and drive away from the house I had once called my home.

The only thing that I had not expected when I left was to have my father try and find me. He found me wherever I went. That is why I do not spend more than two months in one place, because that is the usual amount of time it takes him to find me. I try not to make friends knowing that I would soon leave them, I do not want to get attached to anyone that I know I would soon be leaving.

At this very moment I am making my way to a motel that was in the new city that I would be calling home for a few weeks, Backwaters CA. I just left Texas seeing as my father had been getting close to where I was staying. When I ran from my father, I may have taken more money than I should have, even though that is not the reason he is after me. I took over $200,000 from him, and I am already running low on it because I had to buy more clothes, food and motel rooms in every city. Once the money runs out I don't know what I am going to do with myself or how am I going to survive on the run. I will most likely have to get a job for the weeks I stay at the new cities.

After a few more minutes of driving down the street I finally found a motel. I parked my car close to where I could sign in to get a room, turning off the engine and stepping out of my blue Nissan Versa 1.6 sedan I walked towards the office looking at the woman behind the desk booking a room for two months while giving her a smile. Once she gave me the key card to my room I walked back to my car and started grabbing all of my bags and began making my way to my room that was placed on the second floor at the end of the hall. When I unlocked the door and walked in, it looked like a simple motel room. It had one crummy bed, a small television, a microwave that probably did not work, coffee maker, a kitchen with a small fridge and stove, and it had a closet where I placed all my bags. I sighed as I laid down on the lumpy but comfortable bed. I grabbed the remote off of the bedside table turning towards the television turning it on.

As I was flipping through a few channels, my stomach groaned in hunger. Since I did not get a chance to go to the food mart, I would have to go to the diner that I had noticed when I was making my way to the motel. I jumped out of bed to check how I looked before I left. What I was wearing looked decent enough, with my ACDC shirt and maroon zip up shorts I walked out of my door, making sure that I locked it on my way out, and walked back to my car getting in, turning on the engine and I started driving to the small diner that was down the street.