I couldn't take it anymore. My parents had won. I had decided to run away. I have enough money to stay in a hotel for the night, but then I have to figure something out after that. My phone was fully charged and stuffed in my bag along with my wallet and some clothes.
The hotel I was going to was a two hour walk. I just had to get out of here. At exactly midnight I tiptoed downstairs and quietly unlocked the door. It creaked open. One last time , I looked around at the home I had come to hate. There would be no missing of this place. I stepped out the door , pulling my jacket closed, and started walking west to the hotel in the cold December air.
Two and a half hours later I made it to the hotel. My fingers were numb and my feet were wet.
"I just need a room for one night please." I said to the person at the front desk.
I paid the bill then went to my room which was on the 3rd floor. I sat on the bed and just cried.
Where do I go from here?