iRun Away

Sam's POV

The stench of stale beer and alcohol filled my nose as I walked through the door. Carefully, I closed the door, trying not to wake the sleeping monster. I stepped over Pam Puckett, my mother. I examined my torturer. A glass bottle in one hand and her purse in the other. Streaks of makeup were caked on her face. She wore only one shoe and her almost childlike, overly fancy dress was torn on one side. A faux fur scarf lay across her back. Plastic jewelry wrapped around her wrist and neck thickly. I checked her purse.

No money. Again. That means I don't have food. Again. People always wonder why I eat so much. It's because I never get food at home. All the money is spent on alcohol or it's gambled away. I barely scrounge up enough money to pay the bills. That's why I'm always late, I have four part time jobs. The reason I quit the job at the chili place that one time is I had to keep my cover up. I wouldn't let anyone know I work because I couldn't let anyone know what happened at home. Eventually someone would think something was going on. I mean, I am Sam Puckett. I'm known for laziness. Except, the only reason I sleep so much is because I stay up all night trying to control my freak show of a mother. I got up and waded through the piles of junk, towards my room.

"Wait."said a slurred voice. I turned around. My mother struggled to get up and then staggered after me. "Look at the mess you made!" Mom said, pointing to the is great. Mom is going to have a drunken rampage! She tried to slap me, but I grabbed her hand. The reason I'm so strong is everyday I have to fight my mom for survival. She raised the bottle in her left hand and smashed it against my shoulder. The broken glass cut into my skin and searing hot pain shot through my arm. Blood stained my blue shirt leaving a nasty purple stain. Another scar to add to the collection. This would be the second biggest one probably. My mother screamed and punched me. Pain coursed through my face. I knew it would be a black eye.

Another thing to lie about to Carly and Freddie. My mom threw another punch but I grabbed her arm and flipped her. A sickening crunch reached my ears as she hit the floor. Mom was out cold. Her arm was bent at an odd angle, so I guessed it was broken.

I knew what had to be done. I hated to do this to my mom but I wouldn't be tortured anymore. I ran to my room and grabbed my backpack and stuffed my laptop, photo album, and a few sets of clothing into it.

Then I walked past my unconscious mom, back outside, into the cold bitter night air of Seattle. This was it, I was finally leaving that wretched woman. I looked around for anybody, didn't see a soul, and started running. I ran down the pavement, avoiding the dark alleys. The snow flakes were falling heavily and quickly coated me in a thin layer of white. I knew where I was going. I didn't care if it was three in the morning, or if they were asleep. I wanted someone who cared about me. I kept running, passing hobos and streetlights. My arm hurt like heck but it could be bandaged. I would finally tell them about my mom and everything she had done. A tear streaked down my face as I remembered the first time i had seen her drunk.

Flashback:

"Mommy!"said a young Sam, running through the door to her mom. Back then, she didn't know the meaning of drunk, addicted, or alcoholic. She hugged the older woman's knees, unaware of the danger she was in.

"Get away from me you little freak!" said Pam, kicking her six year old daughter into the wall. Sam cowered in the corner crying her heart out. The woman who loved her, that woman had just flung her through the drywall of their house. Dust swirled around her bruised figure, only adding to the feeling of pain that coursed through her.

End Flashback:

I cried as I ran as if I was six again and the pain was still fresh. That's when Mom became an addict and when I became Sam Puckett. If I hadn't lived with Mom and gone to boarding school with Melanie when I had the chance, I would probably be exactly like Melanie.

Melanie never knew Mom was a drunk. I hid it from her all these years. I paid for her boarding school tuition with my college savings. She was the one person I was determined to protect from the truth that our mother was a monster. Melanie was fragile and to young to be broken. She had a bright future and I was going to make sure she got what she deserved. Hating her was just part of my charade. One day, maybe, we could be like normal sisters.

I reached my destination, Bushwell Plaza. I burst through the doors and ran to the elevator. Lucky for me, Lewbert was crashed in his chair, snoring. I stepped in and pushed the floor number.

As the doors closed I sank to the floor, clutching my wounded arm. My eye had already swelled over. I gently traced the places where the glass had cut my arm and sleeve. I winced when I found a piece of glass still lodged in my arm. Expertly, I worked it out of my arm with little to no pain. This wasn't the first bottle that had been smashed on me.

The elevator dinged and I stuck the glass in my pocket. I struggled to my feet, the walked down the familiar hallway. I walked up to the door, turned the knob, and pushed. The door opened, but only so far. The safety chain barred my way. I grabbed the chain and pulled down hard. It snapped into and I walked into the living room. As quietly as possible I ran to my best friend's bedroom. I opened the door and snuck in. A sleeping figure lay in the bed. Slowly I reached out a finger and jabbed the body hard.

The figure, black against the moonlight, sat up, rubbed their eyes, and said "Sam? What are you doing here? It's 3:30 a.m!"

The person in bed might not be who you think it is! I might have a little trouble trying to write this story and iLove the Rain, but I'll try to do it for you guys! Please review! :D