AN: So this is an "updated" chapter. Thank you guys for reading again, if you are! If you're a first time reader, I hope you like it!

Chapter One: Run as Fast as You Can

I quietly got out of the bed. He'd went back to bed about thirty minutes ago, and if I was lucky, he was asleep by now. It was dark, so that was reassuring. I quickly but quietly got dressed in the clothes I wore yesterday- a black t-shirt, light grey jacket and dark skinny jeans with my usual black combat boots I'd had for forever. I walked over to the desk across from my bed and grabbed the backpack I'd laid there before I stuffed it with everything I owned- which wasn't much. As quiet as a church mouse, I walked down the hall, passed his bedroom, and into the kitchen, where I immediatly I went to the bread box near the door. Under the loaf of bread, and the pack of soft taco shells, was all the extra money. Without a second thought, I grabbed it all, not bothering to count it, and stuffed it in my bag as well.

I walked over to the back door which lead into the woods. I glanced at the clock on the oven before I opened the escape door from this hell. 3:47 a.m. I sighed, shook my head, and quietly opened the door. I stepped into the cold August air, pulled up the hood of my jacket, and shut the door.

Then I ran.

Running had always offered me a peace of mind in my hectic life. It was the one thing I could- and would- always rely on. No person could ever be trusted, anyway. I had all I needed: my bag, some cash, and my legs that could carry me for miles. That's all I ever needed.

I didn't stop running until I got into town which was about five minutes away. Nobody really knew me, I'd kept to myself whenever he'd allow me out of the house. And, for instances like now, that was a good thing. Luckily, there was a 24 hour gas station a few minutes into town. I went in, and asked if I could use their phone. They didn't hand it over nicely, but eventually, allowed me to use it. I called Carla, feeling bad for having to wake her up so early in the morning. But I needed to be gone before he could find me. The punishment would be worse than what I could've possibly ever imagined.

"Hello?" Carla's voiced croaked with sleep.

"Carla… I'm sorry to call you this early, but I need you to come get me."

"Ren? Is that you?" she sounded more alert now.

"Yeah, it's me. Can you please come get me? I couldn't stay there any longer… It couldn't happen again…" I didn't bother to elaborate just then. I'd tell her eventually.

"What do you mean, 'it couldn't happen again'?"

"Look, I'll tell you when you get here, just… Can you please hurry? I can't let him find me…"

"Of course. Where are you?"

I turned my attention to the cashier in front of me. "Where am I, exactly?"

"You're at the Spokane Gas 'n' Go… About five minutes after you get into the city."

I nodded my thanks and repeated it to Carla, who said she'd meet me here in ten minutes. Carla and I had a very unique "social worker and foster" relationship. Her boss knew it, too. So every time I was moved to a different state, Carla was moved somewhere around me. That way whenever there was a problem, I knew where to go.

It was problems like this, that I was happy she was so close.

I was sitting outside on the sidewalk, drinking a Sprite with some honey roasted peanuts that I'd bought with the money, whenever she pulled up. She was still in her pj's, her house shoes still on. She knew I was never up this morning unless there was a problem. I mean… I was a teenager. I loved my sleep.

I quickly got into the car, lowering my hood as I did so.

"What happened this time, Renesmee?" she asked softly, delicately.

How do I explain this to her?

"Umm… I don't know how to tell you this…" I sniffed, and looked out the window, thinking.

Carla just waited.

In the quietest voice I'd ever heard myself use, I said: "He raped me."

"He what?" she exclaimed. "He… Touched you?"

"Not just touched, Carla." I snapped quietly. "Look… I'm tired… Can we just go? I'll explain more tomorrow, I promise. I just, can't think of that right now."

"Of course. You need to go to bed," she said. And with that, she drove off.

AN: I think my favorite quote from this chapter was: "I mean... I was a teenager. I loved my sleep."

Thank you guys for re-reading this, if you did... If you didn't... Then you wouldn't be seeing this, haha. But, as always, thank you for reading! Please, feel free to PM me with any questions you may have!

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