All I thought about was running away. From all the drama, from the kids teasing me, and worst of all, my father who rapes me every time he gets. After my mother left him because of his repeated cheating. But why did she have to leave me behind? She knew what father would do, so why did she do this to me? After sluts and strippers stopped talking and having sex with him because he was too forceful and abusive, he turns to me, his own daughter. It disgusts me. Why did he have to do this to me? Does he even know what he's doing? As all of these questions were going through my head, I could hear my fathers drunken footsteps coming into my room. I could hear his voice

"Maka? Come out, come out, wherever you are." he sang and slurred.

As I looked around quickly to see where to hide, I realized that my window was cracked open a little bit. I decided I would quietly open the window, jump out, and run like hell.

All I have to do is turn here and I'm at my house. Shit, I hated this street. This was the last street I got jumped on by four guys. They were planning on killing me, but then as they were arguing about where to hide my body, they all looked away and I quickly ran, All I got was this nasty scar across my chest. This scar sure was a panty dropper though. As I was thinking and laughing in my mind, I heard a guy screaming, and a girl was screaming, too. The only difference was that this guy was screaming threats and this girl was screaming for her life. I only heard one guy though, so I thought I could take him. As I was walking, thoughts were running through my mind.

"Soul, what the hell are you getting into? Why was I going to save this girl? I don't even know her or even know if she wants to get saved."

I was thinking thoughts until I realized that I was foot steps away from the girl and the guy. As I looked up, I saw an older man, probably around his 30's. The girls clothes were ripped off, exposing her bra.

"Well, it's time to save this girls ass." I thought

I ran as fast as I could. I was extremely tired, but I had to keep going. I knew that father was near. I could hear him screaming, telling me that I'm a bad girl for running away and I need to be punished. I could feel tears running down my cheeks and my legs slowing down. I had to stop somewhere and hide, maybe if I hide, he won't find me. I didn't even know where I was. I stopped and looked around. Nothing. There was no where to hide and I had stopped for no reason. Idiot. Right when I was going to start running again, my fathers words cut through me like a blade.

"Maka, your mother wouldn't be very happy about you not listening to me." Father sang.

I turned around fast and said, "Oh yeah, what do you know? She left your drunk ass and left me with you. Your not even a father to me. In fact, your someone who would make the perfect stranger. I don't know what makes you so screwed up, but whatever it is, it works. So, on that note, LEAVE. ME. ALONE!" I was really caught back about what I said. I can't believe I got the guts to say all that. I'm always so scared to say stuff because I don't want to get into any trouble. As I was thinking these thoughts, he came at me. He slapped me with all his might and ripped my shirt off. I didn't know what to do this time, I couldn't stop him when he's drunk, he's way too strong. All I could do was scream, as he ripped my clothes, I screamed. He tried to shush me, but I couldn't stop. I needed to be saved. That was when I heard someone, father didn't seem to hear, or he just ignored it, but I heard this person loud and clear. As I looked to the side, I saw a guy, around my age. He was screaming, too. But screaming at my father. This was it. This was the day I finally got saved.