This is chapter 1.5 and I'm currently working on Chapter 2. 49 views is amazing! I didn't even think I would get one but I guess I was wrong. Technically, chapter 1 is like 2,000 words. I hope you enjoy.
~Kassie~
At first I didn't feel anything, then he started to hit me really hard to where it left multiple marks across my face. Everyone questioned me. I always told them I fell down or I tripped on things in my room and I needed to clean it. Half of them didn't believe other half being teachers, questioned me constantly, as to where, one of them asked me if someone was abusing me. I looked her straight in the eye and told her no. If I would've said Adam, i would have had to return to the foster home faster than I could blink. Me and Adam both knew that. I felt defeated , worn out, and restless. I would often find myself going hungry, while Adam came home with bags of whatever fast food restaurant satisfied him.
That was two years ago, and back then we had a really nice house, due to Adam being able to keep up with his job. Now we live off whatever he finds on the street.
The only reason I'm still sane is because of music. It's the only reason I'm still breathing and the only reason I put up with Adam. I love to write songs. Adam thinks they're a waste of space and that if I want to go any where in life, I needed to think like a pro and not waste my time, or anyone else's time with my terrible singing. I try to block him out of my head, but its like a worm digging its way into the dirt.
"ALLY!", I flinch at the sound of his voice and get up from the uncomfortable position on the bed. The door slams open and Adam walks in, with a beer in one hand, and ciggarate twelve pack in the other. Great he has started to smoke. I run as fast as I can around the room trying to pick up all my stuff, which isn't much, sling my ratty old backpack on my shoulder, and barge past Adam. "Where you goin?," he asks me.
I turn and look at him. He looks pissed, and I know any minute he come swinging his hand towards my face. I put on a brave face on and stand up straight. It's now or never.
"I'm leaving," his mad face turns confused when I say this, so I continue,"I'm tired of this Adam, I can't do it anymore. You constantly abusing me and telling me what a waste I am." I'm practically screaming know and if it weren't for the weak sound proof walls, the cops would have been here to check on all the commotion. I look around, this is hopefully the last time ill see this place. "Look I care about you, I do , but I can't stay here any longer, I'm being bullied at school and you don't even care. But you know what, the girl that's bullying me is Cassidy." He flinches at her name. "Why didn't you say anything before, I didn't even notice," he asks. He looks down, probably disappointed in himself. "I know if I try to say sorry you still won't stay will you," he says still looking down. I sigh," No Adam I won't, even though I forgive you, I still won't stay. I'm going to go look for mom and dad, ask them where were they, when we're here struggling." He finally looks up," Really, can I go with you." I sigh again, because he reminds me when we were little, when he asked if he could come to school with me. "No Adam you can't, I want to do this alone, I'll come back for you though, I promise." I turn around and head for the beat up door when Adams voice stops me once more," You promise." "Yes," I throw over my shoulder, if your still alive when I get back, I mumble under my breath.
I open the door expecting sunshine and a cool wind to past though me. I was wrong. It was dark with all the clouds covering the sun,and I could see thunder creeping its way through the cracks of the clouds. I push ahead past the cold wind and start walking to the nearest hotel.
Every day, when Adam came home in an drunk state and pass out onto the couch, I would search his pockets for any spare change I could find. After two years it starts to add up, especially if I was lucky enough to find ten dollars in one search. I now have a total of 186.34.
It starts to drizzle, not enough where it starts to blind me but enough where I need to look down instead to up. I want to walk as far as I can but I know I won't make it all the way to Hollywood, California walking. I have to find a bus route that will pick me up from here Miami, Florida to there. I read their address online, it's a miracle they let Cassidy move alone all the way over here. Of course she probably had one of her "Plastics" to move in with her.
I start walking downtown and now passing, what I call "Rich People Houses". I wish one day I will afford to live in one of these houses, not by my parents money, but by myself, doing the one thing I love, singing.
It's starting to rain even harder and I have to stop in front of someone's driveway in order to compose myself. I shield the rain from my view, just as a pair of headlights trap me like a deer.