Running away might have seemed like a last resort and a crappy decision, but being smacked around every day sucked. If that wasn't bad enough, my foster dad was getting the approval from the courts to adopt me and this was after I told my social worker what he was doing. She said I was making it up and should thank my lucky stars someone was willing to adopt a troublesome teenager like me. I wasn't thankful. I hated the gods and the heavens for allowing this to happen. So I chose to rectify the situation myself.
Taking off in a cab I had the driver take me a few miles just outside the city. After dropping me off at a little mom-and-pop store, I started walking down a dark road with woods surrounding me. As I walked, I almost had a heart attack as I heard a car honk its horn as it came close to running me down before coming to a screeching halt. As a tall bulky man got out of the car, I was scared. It was him, my foster dad.
He must have followed me. Shit!
"Shit is right little girl."
I must have said that last part out loud.
"You think you can get away from me, you little bitch? You belong to me."
"Like hell I do!" I was pissed. I got right in his face before yelling at him, "I'm not yours!"
He backhanded me, knocking me to my feet before placing a well-aimed kick to my stomach. I held back a cry of pain, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much I was hurting. He hauled me to my feet, pulling me up by my hair (which was pulled back in a pony-tail).
"What did you say?" he asked me, his breath smelling like alcohol and onions. Resisting the urge to gag and throw up all over him (although God knows I wanted to), I looked him straight in the eyes and said in a voice dripping with rage, "I'm not yours." Then when he was stilled awed by my back-talk, I nailed him right in the groin, before taking off into the woods. Running as fast as I could which wasn't that fast due to the fact that a couple of my ribs might have been bruised or cracked. It hurt to breathe. Stopping for a brief moment to catch my breath, I saw an arch of some sort. It seemed like a gate maybe…
Hearing my foster dad's voice, I started running again. This time through the arch/gate and when I had just got through it I collapsed in an unconscious heap.