Runaway, chapter 1
"Bitch."
Jade's father loomed closer to her.
"Don't EVER tell me what to do. I am your fucking father and you will do as I fucking say."
He slapped her face.
"Got it?" he slurred.
Jade burst out crying, and he punched her in the stomach.
"Do you get what I say?" he yelled.
Slowly, Jade nodded. Her father relenquished his hold on her hair and went into the kitchen to get more vodka. Slowly, but painfully, Jade pulled her self up. She hobbled to her bedroom and sat on the bed.
"Dammit, I hate him! This has been going on for a year, I have to clean the fucking house, and can't even go to school!" She angrily thought.
She looked around. Her room was covered in punk rock posters, like The Clash, Sex Pistols, The Cramps, stuff like that. She didn't know all the cool new punk bands like Green Day were. She had to raid her dad's CD collection and hide it before he broke all of them. And why? She had no TV, radio or computer. It's not like she can go look for bands online without a computer. Jade sighed. She wanted so badly to get out of here, but where to? She couldn't run away, her dad needed her, and as much as she hated him, family was family. Jade slumped back on her bed and began to cry about here situation.
The Next Morning
Jade woke up, sore and tired. She glanced at her clock. It read 9:00 AM, May 3, 1999. She sighed and started dozing. 20 minutes later, a baseball bat came flying in and hit here on the head. She screamed and grabbed here head. A few seconds later, here father came stumbling in.
"Come on bitch, get up and clean the house. Do it NOW!!" he screamed. He threw his vodka bottle at her.
Jade was fed up.
"You know what? NO! I'm sick of you, sick of everything ABOUT YOU! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I'm NOT gonna clean the fucking house. I've been doing your fucking job ever since Mom died and your just being a stupid shitty asshole who drinks and gets fired! I HATE YOU!!" She screamed. With that, a fist connected to her face.
"Never-" Another punch.
"EVER-" Slap.
"SAY THAT!" A kick in the stomach.
"You're worth nothing, you know that?" He screamed, "I'm only raising you because of your dear mother, BECAUSE I LOVED HER MORE THAN I COULD EVER LOVE YOU! I HATE YOU."
Jade didn't say anything. She couldn't. She was knocked out. As usual, her dad kicked her one more time before taking another swig of vodka. He stumbled and crashed on the couch. 2 hours later, Jade woke up. Her sides and face was in excruciating pain and her leg was numb. Groaning, Jade pulled herself up and fell on her bed. She massaged her leg until feeling came back. Looking around her room, she cried. While other kids were at school, she was cleaning the house. While they were doing homework, she was paying the bills. While they were eating dinner, she was getting beaten up. Jade couldn't take any more of this. Gathering up what stuff she had, she stuffed it in her duffel bag and looked for an envelope. Before her mom died, she gave her an envelope full of money so "when a emergency came, you'll have some money." She never thought about it until now, so this counted as an emergency. She foundit stuffed in her closet. When she opened it, she gasped. 5000 dollars stared back. Stuffing the money in her duffel, she climbed out the window and away from her former life.
Jade's father loomed closer to her.
"Don't EVER tell me what to do. I am your fucking father and you will do as I fucking say."
He slapped her face.
"Got it?" he slurred.
Jade burst out crying, and he punched her in the stomach.
"Do you get what I say?" he yelled.
Slowly, Jade nodded. Her father relenquished his hold on her hair and went into the kitchen to get more vodka. Slowly, but painfully, Jade pulled her self up. She hobbled to her bedroom and sat on the bed.
"Dammit, I hate him! This has been going on for a year, I have to clean the fucking house, and can't even go to school!" She angrily thought.
She looked around. Her room was covered in punk rock posters, like The Clash, Sex Pistols, The Cramps, stuff like that. She didn't know all the cool new punk bands like Green Day were. She had to raid her dad's CD collection and hide it before he broke all of them. And why? She had no TV, radio or computer. It's not like she can go look for bands online without a computer. Jade sighed. She wanted so badly to get out of here, but where to? She couldn't run away, her dad needed her, and as much as she hated him, family was family. Jade slumped back on her bed and began to cry about here situation.
The Next Morning
Jade woke up, sore and tired. She glanced at her clock. It read 9:00 AM, May 3, 1999. She sighed and started dozing. 20 minutes later, a baseball bat came flying in and hit here on the head. She screamed and grabbed here head. A few seconds later, here father came stumbling in.
"Come on bitch, get up and clean the house. Do it NOW!!" he screamed. He threw his vodka bottle at her.
Jade was fed up.
"You know what? NO! I'm sick of you, sick of everything ABOUT YOU! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I'm NOT gonna clean the fucking house. I've been doing your fucking job ever since Mom died and your just being a stupid shitty asshole who drinks and gets fired! I HATE YOU!!" She screamed. With that, a fist connected to her face.
"Never-" Another punch.
"EVER-" Slap.
"SAY THAT!" A kick in the stomach.
"You're worth nothing, you know that?" He screamed, "I'm only raising you because of your dear mother, BECAUSE I LOVED HER MORE THAN I COULD EVER LOVE YOU! I HATE YOU."
Jade didn't say anything. She couldn't. She was knocked out. As usual, her dad kicked her one more time before taking another swig of vodka. He stumbled and crashed on the couch. 2 hours later, Jade woke up. Her sides and face was in excruciating pain and her leg was numb. Groaning, Jade pulled herself up and fell on her bed. She massaged her leg until feeling came back. Looking around her room, she cried. While other kids were at school, she was cleaning the house. While they were doing homework, she was paying the bills. While they were eating dinner, she was getting beaten up. Jade couldn't take any more of this. Gathering up what stuff she had, she stuffed it in her duffel bag and looked for an envelope. Before her mom died, she gave her an envelope full of money so "when a emergency came, you'll have some money." She never thought about it until now, so this counted as an emergency. She foundit stuffed in her closet. When she opened it, she gasped. 5000 dollars stared back. Stuffing the money in her duffel, she climbed out the window and away from her former life.
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