"I'm leaving!." I yelled furiously, "I'm leaving and never coming back!"
I slammed the door to my bedroom and grabbed my suitcase, randomly stuffing things into it; My hair brush, toothpaste, toothbrush and a few changes of clothes. I zipped it up and looked around my room, I would never be here again. I grabbed my laptop and iPhone, placing the chargers into my bag. I started to leave my room, but thought better of it and grabbed my favorite stuffed animal, Blackie, and put him in my bag too.
I could hear my mom crying downstairs and my dad yelling. I cautiously walked down the steps, grabbing my car keys as I neared the front door. I was about to walk out when I felt a hand on my arm. I spun around, my brown hair slicing through the air.
"Jacky, please don't go," my mom pleaded, tears streaming down her face, "We can work this out."
"No we can't. We never have and we never will." I said, my voice cold, my eyes flashing, "I'm sixteen, I'm old enough to make my own choices. I would have left soon enough anyways."
"But where will you go?" my mum asked, her voice quivering.
"I'll find someone that will take me in. I just can't do this anymore. All of the fights, the yelling, I can't do it." And with that I stomped to my car, threw my bag inside, started the engine and drove off. I didn't look back.