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I put my hands over my ears. I couldn't take it anymore. They were always doing this nowadays. Shouting at each other, fighting, he even hit her sometimes. I ran over to my wardrobe and dragged out my big pink duffel bag and quickly chucked all my clothes in. I put my shoes on and opened my bedroom door. The shouting was even louder now. I started down the stairs but then he appeared at the bottom. Charlie, my stepdad.

"And where do you think your going?" he asked. I could smell the alcohol on his breath.

"I'm finally leaving Charlie." I carried on down the stairs and pushed my way past him. He grabbed at my arm and tugged me so hard I dropped my bag.

"W-what are you doing?" I stuttered. He was dragging me into the kitchen. I closed my eyes hoping that when I woke up, it'd all be a dream. When I opened them I saw my mom sitting at the kitchen table crying. She gasped as he dropped me on the floor.

"Don't hurt her Charlie." Mom said walking towards me. He chuckled a dark laugh. I suddenly I felt a blow to my stomach. He had kicked me.

Gasping for breath I tried to get up. I felt another blow to my stomach. Then my head. I quickly dragged myself up, feeling the blood drip down my face, as he went for mom. I grabbed me bag and ran. As far away as I could get. I ran and ran and ran until I could run no more. Finally I took shelter in an abandoned shop doorway down an old alley, and dropped. I suddenly felt myself slip into darkness.

PS.

We had just played an amazing set and were walking back to the hotel from a local bar.

"Did you see that barmaid checking Pete out?" Andy chuckled.

"Shame I'm married guys!" said Pete showing off his silver wedding ring.

We all laughed at him. We were walking past an alleyway when I noticed it. There was a person lying on the floor.

"Guys! Look! Is that a girl?" I gasped pointing at the body. Both me and Pete ran towards her as soon as I started talking.

"Is she breathing?" Joe shouted. I put my ear to her mouth and felt her warm breath tickle my face.

"Yeah." I called back. "Hello? Can you hear me?" I whispered into her ear. Nothing. She was obviously unconscious.

"Shit! Dude she's bleeding!" Pete called. We hadn't even noticed until then. "Should we call an ambulance?" Pete said whipping out his 'Sidekick'.

"Yeah man. 911." I said lifting her limp body up. I took her out to the open road so the ambulance would be able to see us easier.

"Dude maybe she has ID. I mean her bags over there." Joe said walking over to it and rummaging through it. "'Kerry Gormen. 19-years-old. Hometown: Illinois, Chicago.'" Joe read out. Just as he finished the ambulance pulled up. They loaded 'Kerry' into the back of the van.

"Are you relatives?" the paramedic asked.

"Um no. Friends. I'll go with her." I said getting in the ambulance.

"We'll follow." Pete called out giving me the thumbs up.