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Walking into the apartment building I climbed the stairs until I reach floor 5, walking down the hall I stopped when I reached room 13. I hesitated as I placed my hand on the door knob, unwilling to go inside the place that he insisted was 'home'. Pressing my ear against the door I desperately tried to listen for any sounds of movement but the sounds of a reality TV show blocked any other noise from within the spacious room.

Walking in I braved myself for a horrifying encounter with the man who called himself my father. Edging into the living room I saw him passed out on the couch and I let go of an unconscious breath I hadn't known I'd held.

Tip toeing past him I walked into my room, if it could even be called that. A mattress lay on the floor with a patched, frayed old quilt lying on top. The only piece of furniture was the mirror that leant against the wall. A closet consisting of a small amount of clothes, my backpack and a duffel bag, was built into the wall and the once white plush carpet had grown light grey with age and dust.

I'd always hated this place and tried to avoid it as much as I could. But that hadn't really been possible lately and his temper had been growing worse and worse as he lost more and more money to whatever it was he did while I was at school.

"Where have you been?" a rough voice sounded and I looked up to see him standing in my doorway.

"Out" I replied shortly damning my pride for making such a smart-ass comment,

"Where?!" he demanded taking a drink from the bottle in his hand.

"Out" I said again, stubbornly refusing to give in and tell him where I had been, even though he wouldn't care my stupid pride wouldn't allow myself to give in to the bastard.

"Your such a little, stubborn, conniving, stup—"he shouted, but I tuned him out and just stood there, refusing to listen to his normal ranting and raving. When he finally stopped and left, I stood there for a bit, refusing to let the hot pricks behind my eyes fall.

I had to get out of this place.

NOW.

Blinking back the fog that clouded my eyes I didn't let a single tear fall as I shoved the small amount of clothes I had into the duffel bag. Adding my backpack and even the old quilt I headed out the door and away from the place and person that had dominated my whole life up until this point.

I had no idea where I was going to go. But at this point I really didn't care. As long as I went somewhere other than there ever again.

I breathed a sigh of relief as I stepped into the forest. It was weird that I felt safe and comfortable here considering that this was the place where it had all started. Where I had been bitten.

I still didn't know who had done that…

The shade of the tree's provided a cool relief from the harsh sunlight and the rich smell of leaves and earth dominated my senses. This was where I felt at home. Where no one could find me. Where it was just me. All alone.

I dropped my duffel bag on the ground, just inside the shade of a tree where you wouldn't be able to see the black bag unless you really looked for it.

I didn't expect to come here. But right now it was the perfect place for me.

I set off at a hard run through the trees, determined to get everything out of my mind.

My new agility paid off as I dodged trees and jumped over fallen logs. Everything seemed to be so right. So perfect here. The forest truly did feel like home. I only stopped when I was sure that I wouldn't think about what had happened and what would happen when he found me missing.

I looked up, trying to determine what time it was. Giving up I decided that I should probably get out of the woods and try and find some place to sleep for the night. I began walking back the way I had come, but when thoughts of him wormed their way into my head again, I set off at a hard run, trying to convince myself that I would have enough time to chase the thoughts out of my head before I had to leave the forest.

My mind was so focused on chasing away all the bad thoughts that I actually ran into something.

"Hey watch where you—"No. Someone.

"Kayla?"

I threw myself forward, clinging on to the one solid thing that was there, unable to hold it in anymore, the tears ran down my cheeks and I sobbed into the only person who was there right now.

My face felt hot and wet when the tears finally stopped pouring out of my eyes. I felt completely empty and as if nothing would fill the hole that had suddenly been torn open inside me. I didn't know why I was feeling like this. I'd always dreamed about getting out of that place. But I'd never imagined that I actually ever would.

"Kayla…?" said the person again, their voice sounded cautious and slightly worried, I realised I was still clinging to the person and I let go immediately, my face going an even brighter shade of red (if that was possible from how hard I'd been crying).

"What the hell is going on?" Derek asked.