"Richard what are you doing?! Penelope is still in the house! Can we please talk about this when she goes to school in the morning?!"

"You bitch! You just want me to go to bed so you can sneak off and see that guy you've been hanging around with!"

"Richard Kyle is a student of mine! What should it matter to you who I spend my time with anyways? You're the one filing for the divorce! You've been drinking, please just calm down and tomorrow I'll take Penelope and some of my things to my friends and be out of your hair"

I was 8… That night he lost it. Now that I look back I feel like I was staring down the barrel of a gun; he had a lighter in his hand and beer was all over the house. If I was older I would have realized what was going on. The last thing I remember about that night was a bright light and heat… Lots of heat.

I woke up later only to open my eyes and see my house engulfed in flames and my parents nowhere to be found. A fire-fighter picked me up and took me to a black car and told me it would take me somewhere safe. The only thing I had from my house was the blanket I was curled up in and my stuffed penguin I had gotten for my birthday. I didn't know where they were taking me or what would happen next; I just knew I was alone… And I hoped I wouldn't stay that way….