'Worthless. Useless.' All these words were rushing around my head as I punched the punching bag. This was one of the only ways that I could calm down. After that argument with my dad, I didn't know what to do. My mom died during child birth, and because of that my dad blamed me.

The argument was one-sided, as usual. My dad would yell at me, insult me, curse at me, the whole nine. I couldn't do much other than just stand there, with my head down, biting my tongue and holding back tears. It was always like that.

I punched harder.

I can't wait until the day I can get out of there. All I need to finish the school year, pack my stuff, and then leave. Where am I going? I have no clue, just anywhere that's not here. I can't stand it here. My whole life I have done nothing but get verbally abused and tortured, and I had enough of that.

I punched even harder. Letting all of my sadness, loneliness, and anger out.

Why did my mother have to die so soon? Why did she leave me with a man like him? 'Ha. Man? He is no "Man", he is a monster.' I thought to myself.

I felt the sweat on back with each punch. 'Harder.' I said to myself, not quite happy that my knuckles aren't bloody enough. After a few more minutes of punching the bag, I stopped. I looked at my hands which were red and raw. My knuckles on the other hand, there were as bloody as Bloody Mary. Still breathing heavily, I walked over to the locker rooms and got in the shower.

Once I got of the shower, I got dressed (Obviously) and went over to my locker. It held my first-aid kit which I use every time I come here. I wrapped my hands and I said goodbye to the night staff. I wasn't all that worried when I got home. My dad was most likely at a bar, getting even more drunk than he already is.

I sat down on my bed, thinking about anything and everything. I sighed and looked around my room; it didn't have much, just my bed, a small desk, my laptop (I hide it every time I leave the room), and a few pictures. I licked my lips, "Screw it." I got up and started packing up my things. Like I said before, I didn't have much, so it was easy for me to do what I needed to do. I grabbed what little money I had and went downstairs. I went over to the pantry and grabbed the 'Can Of Beans', I took the money that was in it and I left. My dad wouldn't need that money anyway, he would just use it for alcohol and god knows what else. All I know is that the can held almost (surprisingly) 500 dollars.

I took one last look at the house. I took a deep breath and turned my back. Hopefully, that is the only thing that I would have to turn my back on.

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