Chapter 1 - Runaway
SMACK went the hand across my face. That was the third slap in less than 10 minutes. I then ran up to my room and locked the door which I got put on 2 years ago.
''Shelley come out you useless slut,'' my dad shouted.
It all started 1 year ago. My mum died in a car accident and from then on my dad has become abusive towards me. He used to do it when my mum was out but he done it worse because my mum wasn't around anymore. He mostly does it when he is drunk. He drank his life away when my mum died and I was there to suffer.
My name is Shelley Hopkins, I'm 18 years of age with shoulder length black hair with pink streaks through it. I'm slim and my body is the perfect shape for my age and height. I had suffered yet another abusive hit from my dad, that's if I wanted to call him that anymore.
He hits me every night, without fail. I try hitting back but that would only land in me getting worse when he had the chance. He always held grudges against me, even when my mum was alive. I had no siblings, not that I know of anyway.
So now I'm in my room once again trying to get away from getting hurt. My face was already starting to bruise with the amount of slaps I got tonight. I always said I would get a job and move out when I'm 18 but right now I haven't had a chance to look for one and apparently have no money to rent a place.
Well technically I do have money which I have been saving but I was using that for other stuff but I think right now is more important if I want to live any longer.
I had a secret drawer in my wardrobe so I opened it up and found all the money untouched. I saved up $2385 and with that money I was getting the hell out of here. This place was a shit-hole living with this crack head. He only used his money to buy drink or drugs.
I actually felt sorry for my mum having to be with him but I'm glad she's dead, that means she doesn't have to put up with his crap. He kept banging on my door shouting all sorts.
In the meantime I was packing as much stuff as possible and went for the window. The door was beginning to burst opened so I flung the bags out of the window and was about to jump when I got pulled my the hair back into the room.
I screamed in pain and he started kicking my ribs shouting that I'm a cow, whore, bitch, anything that was an insult, he used.
I managed to hit his foot out of the way and grabbed the first thing I could find which was a remote control and repeatedly hit him over the head until he was unconscious and I made a jump for it and ran all the way to the bus stop.