"Congratulations! You have won 2 weeks in California with a friend. You also have 2 passes to Disneyland while your there. What's your name?" the radio D.J. said as soon as he answered the phone.

"Oh My Gosh! I'm umm Sara," my best friends voice getting higher the more she talked.

"And Sara who are you taking with you?" the D.J. asked.

"My best friend Alison," Sara said.

The D.J. and Sara made the arrangements for our trip. Its going to be so much fun, I cant wait to get away from this place.

"Its 10:20! I got to go! I'm late!" I panicked and grabbed my stuff. "Bye, love ya Sara!" I said as I ran out of her room.

I pulled in my driveway and took a deep breath before walking up the very expensive glossy stone path to my parents way to big of a house. My heartbeat sped up, as I slowly got closer to the door. I'm half an hour late; I'm in so much trouble.

As I reached for the door it swung open. Both of my parents were standing there. My dad grabbed me and yanked me through the door.

"I'm so sorry I'm late!" I said, tears already forming in my eyes for what was coming next.

My dads words slurred as he yelled, "Where the heck were you?" he squeezed my arm tighter, hurting where a bruise already was. A bruise he made, or mom, I could never keep up.

"Sara's. Dad I'm so sorry. Please it will never happen again I promise." I pleaded. That's when he actually started beating me, my mom just stood there and watched. He kept on until I blacked out.

I woke up on my bedroom floor, like I have many times before. I'm on the 4th floor of our huge house. There's 2 floors in between me and the rest of the family. I turned up the music in my sound proof room and cried.

Then I forced myself to get up and got into the bathroom to check out how banged up I was. To catalog the bruises and see what kind of outfits I had to pick out this time.

I winced when I looked in the mirror. It was rougher than normal. Normal you may ask? Yes normal, this happens daily.

I didn't want to go downstairs. Hopefully they weren't up yet. I leave tomorrow with Sara. I'm not telling anyone I'm going anywhere, I'm just not going to come back.

I packed up all my stuff. It all fit into one bag. The only clothes I have are a bunch of long sleeve shirts and jeans. I may live in this bid house with 4 floors and rich parents but I have nothing. Everything I own I bought myself.

I got dressed and threw on a hoodie. I covered up the bruises on my face and grabbed the small duffle bag that contained all my stuff. I slowly and painfully went down the steps, wincing with every step I took. I got out to my car and started it.

Relief rushed through me as I pulled out of the driveway, hoping and praying I'd never have to look at this place again.

I sat in my car, in the parking lot of my job. The rain beat down hard as I waited to go pick up my check. Its only 400 dollars but it will have to do.

After I got my check I drove around, just staying away from my house. Sara eventually texted me, so we decided to hang out.

My brother messaged me a couple times. I never really talked to him. He never seemed to care about me. I just didn't message him back.

Sara and I went to the mall, I tried not to limp as we walked into Hot Topic. Sara bought a skirt from Hot Topic and about 8 pair of shorts and shirts from other stores. I got a new pair of maroon vans and a maroon long sleeve shirt.

"Why are you getting long sleeves? We are going somewhere with a beach tomorrow." Sara said as we walked to our cars.

"Uh I don't know I just like it," I said and opened my car door. I slowly got in my car. I drove to her house and we went to her room.