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Three years after her murder, we had enough.
I remember the lit match, him passed out drunk on the couch. He had hurt us so bad that night, we decided to leave and make sure we never returned. The fire was pretty, I liked the smell of the gas in the carpet. We dropped the match and ran, our runaway backpack on the shoulders as we got outside to escape the flames.
We could see the fire through the windows from our hiding spot. Neighbors came outside to see, and firetrucks came speeding down the street. Dom had to come Out quickly so we could avoid a meltdown at the sirens.
We watched them attempt to control the fire for a few minutes, before deciding we needed to go in case someone found us. We ran to Jen’s house, we had met her once and she promised if we needed help we could come to her and her moms house. Abby is friends with Jen so she was excited, but everyone else was scared.
We had no idea what was going to happen next, the only place we’ve ever lived at was slowly turning to ash behind us.
the new future is ahead of us & we were scared of it .
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