I thought it would be nice to visit the ocean. This time, I had just got enough money to pick another random location somewhere on the east coast. I never paid attention to where I was because it didn’t matter. I spent a year traveling the bus routes and soon found myself in a small bus depot somewhere in the Midwest. Some other children would help me find my way, but they are long gone by now. The first few weeks were the roughest, but I learned rapidly what it was like to live on the streets.
I made my decision when we had a speaker in class and realized what was happening and decided I would not be a victim anymore. They had come into my room in the middle of the night and brought me the most shameful kind of pain. When I was fourteen years old, I knew I had to run away from home. On my 12th birthday, my family went to Disneyland without me because I got a B on a math test. I was a clumsy, mute, adopted child with a pleasant look. My mother never seemed to care as long as they never damaged my pretty little face. I remember them pushing me down the stairs, breaking my leg: so many broken bones and bruises. I remember the time they held my hand in the doorjamb and slammed it over and over till they broke my hand in three places. Being born a mute, much to my family’s annoyance. They were so loving in public, but had no regard for me otherwise. My family had money, but I was just a status symbol for them. It was an average family a mother, father, and siblings. I hate this place with every fiber of my being. This was the last time I would ever see this place, and I couldn’t have been happier. Thinking ahead, I had left a ransom note by the front door. That way, they would look for a kidnapper and not a runaway. I wanted them to think someone had taken me. I knew I had very little and would have to find more somehow.
Gathering my bag and heading for the backdoor, I looked around the house. It was almost midnight, and I peered out the window. I wore a warm black hoodie, black jeans, and black boots. Assembling everything I could without creating suspicion. To make sure they would never discover me. Knowing that I needed to get as far away as possible. They won’t know I have left until at least two states are over. It was Friday night, and I had plenty of time. So I knew they would be back by late Sunday night. This wasn’t the first time this had happened. Just fourteen years old and abandoned to care for myself. The house was still, and no one was around, and they had gone for the weekend. Toxic relationships, abuse, and violence. I hope some people can enjoy my adult themes, but I will enjoy writing them if not. If that’s not something you want to read, then don’t think this story is not for you. I also do not do slow burns, and there will be s*x, violence, and abuse. If adult themes trigger you, just click away. Warning: This book will contain a lot of adult themes.
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