When Life Blooms

Hi to anyone about to read this. I'm Diamond and this is my first story ever. I'm really excited so read on and tell me if you like it, or how i could make it better.  Thanks and I hope you enjoy reading this. 

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I think I can truthfully say my life REALLY started today, June 21 , the day I turned 18. I woke up at 5am, and for the first time I didn't mind being an early riser, because I could leave. I was finally free to do whatever I wanted, to travel and be myself.

I had been waiting for this day my whole life. So I could leave this small town where everyone turned there heads and refused to help those who need it. This town makes me sick, along with everyone in it. especially the man I called my father.

You see, ever since my mom died, my dad has tried to find an outlet for all his pain. First it was depression, he spent each day curled in his room crying his eyes out. Then he turned to drinking, after that weed, then a bunch of other drugs. By the time i was 8 he was doing it all then he started ...hitting me. No one said a word or ever tried to help, so I guess you could say I'm a loner.

So my plan is to leave this town, get a place to live, get another job, and never look back. I want to live life the way I choose and do things I wasn't aloud to do before. I've saved over $60,000, I started working when I was 10 and honestly I have 3 jobs not inclusing seasonal ones. Raking leaves or shoveling snow. This plan gives me the energy and strengh to get up every morning.

I jumped out of bed and changed ito ripped up black jeans, an Of Mice And Men tee, and a pair of converse. I quietly hummed Second and Sebring as I straightened my hair and put on my makeup. I grabbed my last two bags and tiptoed done the stair. I couyld here the fridge open and the sound of braking glass. Then my dad screamed my name probably to make me clean it up. I ducked out the door and ra to my car.  I was about to get in when my 'dad' came stubling out of the house. 

"Where the fuck do you think your doing, whore?" He said getting really close to my face, and the heavy smell of alchol hung in the air around him.

"I'm leaving" I said, trying to hide the fear from my eyes and the shaking from my voice.

"Where are you going to go? Nobody will ever want you." He sneered "Nobody but me will ever put up with an ugly little slut like you!"

I shook my head to get the words out of my head. Even though I knew they weren't true, I couldn't help but believe them. I turned to get into the car, but a blinding pain hit my left side and I I was flung to the floor but quickly got up and ran to the car. Pulling out of the drive way, the man who broke me threw rocks at the car while screaming profanities and insults.

As I looked back I couldn't help but breathe in the humid air and let a goofy smile fall in my lips. I knew that i would never return to this wretched place. I would never come back to this town and of that I was certain.