You Can't Run Away Forever

Can a fight from a long time ago be forgotten and they just make-up?
What could've happened that was so bad she would try to run from her whole life forever?


1. Memories

Kyra's POV


I woke up and looked out of my window. YES! It has to be a snow day. I know it seems weird to have a snow day in college and  be mad excited, but thats me, Kyra, I'm a little kid on the inside. I check online to see if my classes have been canceled, yep I was right, a snow day. I decided I would go over to my friends room and see what was up with him. (He's not my boyfriend or anything, we're just friends.) His roommate, Hunter, opened the door and flipped me off cuz I apparently woke him up. Watevs. Too bad it was Lukes turn to be woken up. I snuck over to his bed ripped the covers off him, and started to scream and jump on his bed. He pushed me off his bed and also flipped me off before trying to go back to sleep. He should know better than that, just because I won't cry doesn't mean I won't seek revenge. Oh he's gonna get it, maybe not today, but he will regret flipping me off. I decided to start my revenge with opening his window and turning on the ac. I would feel bad for his roommate but he deserves this as well. Then I simply walked out of his room and back to my room where my roommate was sitting on her bed now up. UGH, Katherine, the bitchiest girl you could ever meet, and to make things worse, she was way too obsessed with one direction. Its not that I don't like the music, I just didn't like one of the members, in fact I hated him, the evil ....




I was 6 years old, my mother and father were in a huge, and I mean HUGE, fight. It was getting violent so my twin brother and I hid in the tree we would always hide in when they fought, they always thought we would go for a walk but we stayed close so we could know what was going on, just incase because our dad had I nice criminal record from thievery to stabbings to rape. This fight was getting way too out of hand so my brother and I snuck in and out without a problem to grab a phone ad call for help, but my brother decided that we should bring a steak knife with us as well for protection. We got the knife and they saw me going out the door and grabbed me but I wasn't holding the knife, my brother was and he was already halfway up the tree. He knew what he could've done, call the police, but he didn't, he sat there and watched as my father beat me. My mother was tied and handcuffed to the staircase railing and could see but couldn't do anything about it but scream. I was to weak to fight back especially after he fisted my head a few times. He brought me to his bedroom and raped me, my own father raped me. Then he brought me back and handcuffed me to the door, I was bleeding badly, and my brother was still sitting in the tree safe but he didn't do anything, he didn't call the cops, or even get a neighbor, he just sat there and watched as if he were interested in what would happen next. I watched as my father got up and went to the kitchen to get something, with my one eye that was swollen shut from my beating. He came back, but with a knife, but didn't come over to me with it, he went to my mom and stabbed her in the stomach a few times. I could see the pool of blood she was now lifelessly sitting in, dead. My dad then turned towards me and hit me once more in the head. I woke up in the same spot I was handcuffed in a few days later and my dad was being escorted out of the house by the cops. My brother hadn't called the cops or uncured me or even told the cops that I was here, but then I saw one of the police dogs coming over to me, it was my only hope, without that dog I wouldn't be alive today. The dog did his job and barked until he got the cops' attention. They ran to me and found a way to uncuff me. I could barely see cuz my eye was still swollen shut but I could still see my mother being put into a body bag and I could still see the pool of blood and I could still see my brother who was now swinging on the swings in our backyard. He looked over and saw me, and and forced a smile, he then realized what he did wrong and tried to come over to me but I they wouldn't allow him in the ambulance with me, thank god, I would have ended up forgiving him, but this was one thing that wouldn't be easy to forget. I was sent to an orphanage and my brother and I were separated. I was adopted soon, but I didn't want to be with anyone, so I ran away and never looked back.

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