"Jilly! Jilly wake up. We have to go, NOW!" I whispered to my little sister as I packed our stuff.
We were leaving our hell hole of a home. Finally getting away from our drunk father. I was sick of him beating us, we didn't do anything to deserve it and he knew it. It was the man who hit mom last year with his car. She's been in a coma ever since. I was in the car too but I didn't have critical injuries.
"We need to hurry up before dad wakes up. Get dressed and help me pack your bag."
Neither of us knew where we were going so we could only pack a duffel bag and a backpack. I had some toothpaste, brushes, toothbrushes, hairbands, shampoo, and conditioner packed in my outer pocket. My bag could only fit about 6 bottoms and 8 tops so I was stuck with that and what I had on. Crap.
The weather was summer but I still packed two pairs of jeans. I wasn't gonna let my little sister pack useless items so I had packed her clothes the night before. We needed to be as fast as possible because, even though it was only 8 in the morning, our father would wake up and find us missing. I wanted to have at least an hour on him.
We finished packing and crept out our window, with our bags, my cell phone, laptop, and only about $400 bucks. We had to make it last. I had been saving it for a year from working for my neighbors, mowing grass and painting for them. I turned down the street and started walking towards my best friend's house, Trent, because she was coming with us.
She hated living in her house because her parents were never around and when they were they were either arguing or drunk. She had a car though, so she could drive us. As long as she had gas. But she had more money than us, probably around $1,000 bucks because she has a job. At McDonald's. I don't think we would last a long time away with Jilly because she wasn't ready. I was planning on taking her to live with our aunt in California during winter.
But we had to make it there first.