Back at home, Taylor found her mother and stepfather nursing raging hangovers.

"Where have you been?" Her stepfather growled at her. "Have you been out all night?"

"No," she lied quickly, amazed at how easily she could lie to them because they would never know the truth. "I woke up really early and decided to go for a walk."

She sat down opposite her mother and took a deep breath. "Mother, I'm moving out. I'm 18, so there's no real reason for me to stay."

"If this is about last night, darling, we're sorry. We had too much to drink and things just got out of control."

"I know that, I just need some space, that's all."

"Well, if you're sure," her stepfather mumbled. "Then maybe it's the best thing for you."

Taylor thanked them and stood up. "Do you need anything? Aspirin? Food?"

"Oh, god," her mother moaned. "No food, even the smell of it will make me vomit! You go and pack up your stuff."

On the way up to her room, Taylor ran into Steffi, her younger sister. She hated Steffi. She had her mother and stepfather wrapped around her finger. They thought she was an innocent little girl, whereas the truth was, Steffi was either drunk or high on Cocaine most nights and she slept around a lot. Yet, Taylor was the bad guy of the situation, and the worst she ever did was smoke cigarettes and the occasional joint.

Quickly she explained to the younger girl that she was leaving Cameron, and moving to somewhere that she could be anonymous. That was the part she hadn't told her parents, and didn't plan to. There was no way they'd ever find out where she was.

Moving past her sister, Taylor went into her room and started to pack.

I'll only take what I really need just now, she decided mentally. If I need anything else, I can send for it.

She packed the essentials, which included a silver box, containing all the pictures and mementos of her father, as well as her life savings. Counting the money, Taylor discovered she had over $3000.

This will be more than enough to get started, she thought.

After having one final look at her bedroom, Taylor walked out and closed the door behind her. She ran down the stairs, told her mother she would be staying at a hotel until she could find a place and sprinted out of the door.

"I'm free!" She yelled as she walked down the street, but part of her knew the struggle was just beginning.