Runaway ✔️

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Italics- tics

I walk home from school with my neck twitching a few times

I walk home to avoid taking the bus and being made fun of by my classmates

I walk into the gate and up the path to reach my door muttering 'bitch' under my breath as my head twitches to the side

I walk through the door and call out for my mom

"Mom" I yell

"In the kitchen sweetie" I hear her call back

"Oi, shit" I mutter

I was diagnosed with Tourette's when I was 7 and since that it got worse all the time

I walk through and see my mom cooking dinner , she turns around and I see a big purple bruise on her face

"Please dont- oi - Tell me mark did that" my tics get worse with my anger

Mark. My stepdad, who beats my mom as he pleases

"It was my fault, I didn't have dinner ready when he got back" she shrugs

"No it isn't, if you wanted to- bitch- wait for me that's your choice to make, Where is he now " I defend her

"At the bar" she sniffles and I pull her into a hug

Great, now he's going to come home drunk like he does ever night. And beat my mother up

I try to do things about it but scrawny little me can't do shit

Everyday I promise my mom that when I turn 18 I will get her and my brother out of here

And she always replies with "just save yourself and your brother"

My brothers is only 6 months so it's not like he can defend himself so I have to

As if on cue I hear him cry from my room

I walk down in the basement and get him out of his cot

"Good Morning Little Man, how did you sleep?" I say as I rock him around

I share a room with my brother, well half brother but I don't give a shit

My stepdad refuses to have him in their room so I have to, but I'd rather save him from being hurt

Mark spends all the money on alcohol so we can barley afford our tiny 1 bed room house while I had to make a bedroom out of the basement

My head twitches to the side as I start to take him back up

I stop when I hear the front door opening

Marks home

"Where's that little slut that you call y/n!" He yells from upstairs

Holy shit

I run back down the stairs and start to panic

What do i do?

Wait

This is my chance to get away, from him

I grab my phone of my bed and get the bag from under the bed and throw it over my shoulder

As I hear mark start to walk down the stair I go to the hatch with my brother still in my arms and I u lock it and climb out quickly

As I hear him yelling at me , I run

I run and run not caring where I end up

I find some woods and rush into them

I look behind me and see him no where in sight so I slow down a little

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