Authors note: Hey, sorry that the first chapter is so short and it's not very well written.

I just want to let you know it gets longer and better as it goes. Love you readers! Please read and review!

Chapter 1

My story starts when I was about one. I don't remember well, but when my brother turned 5 he jumped. He couldn't stop doing it randomly for a while, but my mom kept telling him to try and control it or he would be in trouble. He didn't understand, but he tried, for her.

When he was nine years old, I was five, just like he was, when he jumped. My mom left us shortly after that. I don't know where she went but once she did, dad started to get bad. He started to drink a lot and get a little abusive. I know he didn't want to, he was just hurting. He just didn't know how to control his anger of her leaving.

After a while, I started to get used to it, I mean, he didn't do the whole throw you across the room thing, but he did slap me quite frequently. My brother hated it though, so once he got to high school, he told me he was planning on leaving.

I didn't think he'd do it but one day when I got home from school my dad was even more drunk than I have ever seen him. He came down the stairs, and I guess he was in a bad mood, because he just grabbed me by my hair and threw me against the wall.

My brother walked in at this moment and I could tell he was really mad. He pushed our dad against the wall and pulled me up the stairs. He locked the bedroom door and went over to his dresser. When he walked back over to me I saw a wad of cash in his hands.

"Now Emma, we're leaving, ok?"

I shook my head, "But what about dad?!" I said.

David held me and told me, "Look at the door. Do you really want to go and face him? Remember how I told you I'm running away? Well you're coming with me. Now."

He took my hand and brought us to what looked like a rundown hotel. We went inside, and he gave the man at the desk a little bit of his money.

The man at the counter asked, "No funny business right?"

"No sir," my brother replied.

We walked to our room, and that's where life a little got crazy.