I tried to remain calm as I walked through busy, rain covered streets of New York. My heart hammered in my chest but I kept my breathing normal and kept the soaked hoodie pulled over my head. I could still hear my father screaming, drunk as usual, that when he found me, he'd make sure that I wasn't found again.
I wrapped my arms around myself to keep warm, ignoring the pain in my ribs from the bruises that were forming there. I could still feel his boot on my ribcage but I knew after I left, I'd never feel it again. The train pulled into the station and I blended into the crowd of people who were boarding the train.
I took a seat next to the window at the very back of the bus and leaned my head back against the seat. I felt a tap on my shoulder and opened my eyes and turned to see an elderly woman with gray hair and blue eyes, a book in her hand that was extended to me.
"It'll be a long ride, miss." I took the book and saw that it was Romeo and Juliet, a personal favorite of mine.
"Thank you." I told her and opened the book. I got comfortable and felt a smile on my face for the first time in my 22 years.
I was free and I was on my own. My name would be the same always but I was finally free to find out who I was. It was time for me to start living and looking forward to my future. My past was over and I was starting my story.
Quantico, Virginia would be the start of a new, better life.
