Run Away

Ever since Noelle's father left the family her mother has been abusing her everyday and forces her to everything and rarely feeds her. Her mom treats her like her own personal slave and when Noelle refuses to do as she says she gets punished to almost death. Noelle has always wanted to run away from her but everytime she tries she gets caught. Will she finally get lucky and run away from "hell"? Who knows..


2. Running Away



This was my chance to run away! I quickly stood up and instead of cleaning the house I quietly went upstairs to my room. When I walked inside I grabbed my small backpack and stuffed some clothes inside and old pictures of me and my father. I picked up one of them and I felt tears build up in my eyes, I miss him so much I don't know why he left and I probably never will but I know he loved me. I stuffed the picture in my bag and put it on my shoulders. I very quietly walked downstairs and tip toed towards the door. As I was walking to the door my backpack knocked a plate off the kitchen counter and made a loud crash "Shit." I whispered. Two seconds later I heard my mom coming down the stairs screaming my name and that's when I bolted out the door and just ran I don't know where I was going but I had to get out of here. I could here my mom running after me screaming. I kept running and then my sides started hurting but I pushed myself to go on. I realized if i kept going straight she would eventually catch up to me so I quickly turned a corner and hid behind some bushes. I looked through the bushes and saw my mom  still running straight ahead trying to catch me. Shes such a dumbass. I sighed with relief and slowly stood up brushing dirt off my pants. I had no idea where to go so I just started walking towards town. As I walked I kept turning around just to make sure my mom wasn't there. After about 10 minutes of walking I got to town, I've only been here once when I was little so it felt different. Everyone who walked by me gave me weird stares, probably because I looked like a beaten up hobo. I saw an old bench and sat down and put my head and my hands and just thought about how I was going to make it out here alone and how I was going to eat. My thoughts were interrupted by the voice of a boy. 

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...