- Preface -

Running Away

The screams could be heard all over. They overlapped and hung in the air. Thinkening around and making it harder to tune it out.

It was getting worse as each screamed back.

She wasn't going to let her go. She was keeping her here like a prisoner. She didn't want her to be happy, she just wanted her to be miserable.

"Where will you go anyways? Who would take someone in like you?" she screamed.

"I'll go anywhere. Fuck if I care!" She was slapped hard across the face by the woman.

"You'll go no where but your room. This is over." Her voice was no longer screaming in fury but still loud.

"No." She was calm as she stood her ground. "I'm tired of being pushed around and down by all of you. I don't even know how I have made it as long as I have. All of you have been horrible. I'm done with all of this. I'm sick and tired of having to be told what to do and when to do it. I don't need you anymore. Its over. Fuck you. I'm gone." She turned around, her black hair hitting the woman in the face, and walked away.

Opening a door and closing it, she finally let the tears fall softly down her face. This was it. This was her chance to leave, and she was taking it.

Packing her large red bag with her clothes and any other needed items, she continued to cry. She cried for everything from her home to school. Family to aqantisaces. Misery to contempt. Anything and everything she cried for, except one thing; love.

Finally done with stuffing her bag, she wipped off her stained face and dried her eyes. This moment was one she wanted to see through unclouded eyes.

Slamming the door open she walked down the hall with her head high and her walk with purpose. She passed her siblings, sticking their heads out of their doors to see her leaving, but she didn't look at them and didn't say good bye. Her father was sitting on the recliner, holding onto a beer, gulping it down. She stared hard at him until he turned to see her. His eyes looked misty, threatening to pour tears.

"Daddy." The girl whispered, taking a step to the man. But she stopped. She wouldn't stay just because her father wasn't happy about her leaving. She was doing this for herself, no one else. She brought her other foot next to the other with a stomp and looked the other way. She saw her mother next to the door. Her eyes weren't fogging up her sight with tears. Instead they revealed her hate and displeasure of her daughtor leaving. Her arms were crossed on her chest and her jaw tight. But Kane looked past her. Nobody was stopping her flight to freedom.

Kane walked past her brothers and sisters that were pleading her to stay, her father that was drowing himself in whiskey and her mother that wanted nothing more than to kill her.

Next to dear ol' mom, Kane opened the front door and without a goodbye, left.

The night was cold and light water drops fell on her, but Kane didn't care. She was finally in freedom.