"You idiot" my mother screams. She raises the cooking pot, ready to strike.I close my eyes tight, I felt the pot collide with my head. Then once again it collided. I hear the pot drop and her footsteps walking away. I heard the front door slam closed.I open my eyes, the house was pitch dark, and it was once again cold and once again, no heat. I watch the headlight light flood the house with the warm yellow and disappear just as fast.
I jump up at once, hand to head. I quickly slip on my shoes, and dash out the door.I didn't have time for a coat, I had my chance to escape. I ran down my street, which in Hamilton, isn't the safest place, well actually nowhere in Hamelton is safe, and even worse at this time at night. I ran in the freezing cold to the only place I knew I could feel safe and loved. Sally's.
I ran and ran until I found her house. I ran up the stairs and pounded on the door. I put my hand down when I saw the door open slowly. "Anya?" she asks, voice cracked. I burst out in tears. I didn't have to hide my tears or my pain, I was somewhere safe now. "What happened?" Sally held her hands open. I ran straight in and cried my eyes out as much as I could. I want free, I want to break free.