You Are More

{prologue}

I sighed and sagged against my bedroom wall, exhausted.  My parents were at it again.  

Night after night I stayed up to the sound of my fathers deep, angry voice arguing with my mothers quiet, condescending voice.  Gosh, that woman could drive a saint insane by quietly picking him to pieces, making snide remarks about this or that, putting on her infamous holier-than-thou attitude.  It was a wonder that my parents were even still married, but my father’s pride and my mother’s rough childhood kept them from going to that extreme.  

And me?  I felt trapped.  Seventeen years old, too young to leave without my parents getting legal help.  I clenched my hands into fists.  Soon.  Soon, I would be eighteen.  Then I would rid myself of these chains, run from my demons, and be free.

Or so I prayed.

At least my parents were not physically abusive.  My father hit me once out of anger and I told him if he ever did it again, I would walk out and never, ever come back.

I mean it, too.

Eighteen, you can’t come quickly enough.  I’m ready for you. {i'll post the first chapter in a day or two, hopefully!}