I got home from the café at around 7.30. As I was about to open the door, I heard screaming and shouting. My first instinct was to run to save myself. But I couldn't. What about the other children? I was the oldest in the house, and if I left, who would cook for them? Wash their clothes? Made sure they stayed in school? They were too young to take care of themselves, and obviously, Maria wasn't doing a very good job.

There's Tanya & Celeste, the 6year old twins. Then there's Mike, he's nine, Peyton 11 and Breece the youngest, being 5. 

I braced myself and opened the door. As soon as I opened the door, a bottle made contact with my head...ow...that's going to leave a mark. Thank God the bottle didn't break when it hit my eye. I was a little dizzy, but it passed.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Maria asked, yup, she's drunk again. 

"I live here..." I said, trying to get passed her to go to my room. 

"Joe! Is she good enough?" Maria asked, walking towards the lounge. 

Some middle aged guy walked towards her, looked at me then sneered. He walked towards me, and grabbed my shoulders. 

"Let go of me!" I screamed. Hopefully the neighbors are around...I doubt. 

He started reaching for my thighs, so I did the only thing I could think of. I kicked him in the nuts. This ought to buy me some time. I raced up the stairs and went into my room. I grabbed my wallet and headed towards one of the bedrooms, and luckily all the children were there. 

"Ok guys! Take this money and buy food at school tomorrow ok? Peyton, If I don't come back tomorrow evening, go over to Mrs. Lee's house and tell her to take you to the department store and buy you guys some food ok? Tell her I'll pay her back when I come back. Lock the door and don't let anyone in ok? I love you guys!" I said. I was about to head to the window to jump out, but Peyton stopped me. 

"Aqua...I'm scared" she said, with tears in her eyes. 

"Hush my baby, everything is gonna be fine, I'll be back tomorrow ok?" I said, pulling her into a hug. I could feel the tears burning my eyes and before I knew it, the door flung open, and Joe was standing there, looking murderous. 

"Run! Go to my room and lock the door!" I screamed, and all the kids rand out the door to my room. I ran towards the window and was about to jump out, but Joe caught hold of my wrist. He tried pulling me, but I was holding on to the window. He saw that he wasn't getting anywhere, so he took out his pocket knife. The metal part made contact with my skin and drew a line of blood. I bit him where he had his grip on me, and when he pulled his hand back, I jumped. I started running, to where, I don't know, but all I knew was that I had to run away. My bag was slowing me down though, but I couldn't leave it behind.

I finally slowed down when I saw the beach. I started wheezing, but I couldn't find my inhaler anywhere. Great, I'm going to die on the beach. I started taking deep breaths-an old trick I learnt from my previous home. One of the older guys I lived with was asthmatic too, and he taught me what to do during an attack. It was a long time ago though, but I still remember, and thank God for that because my breathing went back to normal. I found a spot near the cliff and I went and sat there. I decided I would go back after school tomorrow. I could wash my face at the restrooms and change. 

I opened my bag and started looking for my phone, but it wasn't there. Shit, I must have dropped. How on earth am I going to afford a new phone now? I found my i-pod and looked at the time. It was 8.25. it was really cold and my shoulder was hurting really bad. I touched the back part of my back and I felt something hard. I had forgotten that that bastard had cut me with a knife. I guess the blood had frozen. I was going to have to freeze cos I didn't want to mess my hoody.

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