Miss Independent

I remember him backing me up against the wall, grabbing my butt with one hand and putting his other hand around my throat. I remember him forcing me to kiss him trying to put his tounge in my mouth. I remember biting his tounge that had forced its way into my mouth and him cutting off all of my air supply. I remember the feeling of him hardening on my thigh.
My mother never liked me and my stepdad always seen me as attractive. So when I finally tell her about my stepdad and his wondering hands she labels it as him being overly affectionate. I never knew that she would choose him over me though. I never knew that she would drive me to the point of running away.
Facing the world alone.
So at the age of 15, a month before my 16th birthday I ran away.
Little did I know that this would change my life forever.
For the better or the worse.