• Prologue
    "Whosh" the door closed behind Sandra as she took off. She had on her running shoes so she was fast but was she fast enough? Did her father hear the door open and close? Was he headed towards her? She find out soon enough and when she did there would trouble. Unless she fast enough, then she would be gone. Her feet thundered on the pavement as she ran through her neighborhood. Fear possessed her, it was like a monster inside her clawing at her insides. She had to get out out out!

    Chapter 1
    "BAM!!! Sandra get up it's like 6:15, you lazy b***h what are you still doing in bed?" Sandra's father screamed! True to his word it was in fact six fifteen in the morning and if Sandra didn't get up she would be late! She groaned, suddenly feeling last nights bruises and knew she would be rewarded with new ones at her slow awakening.
    She finally touched her feet to the cold floor and reluctantly opened her door! Her father was standing there. Her was a large man, large and full of anger.
    "What the hell is wrong with you. You should have been up and ready fifteen minutes ago" he cried and then smacked her across the stomach. She knew it had been coming and she was prepared.
    Sandra fell back with a small cry and, turned hurriedly to go get ready.

    On the bus Josh, her friend noticed her face as she took her seat in the front.
    "Sandra," he said quietly and nothing more because he knew she was in pain emotionally and physically and she didn't need him to pressure her.
    Sandra had been getting this treatment for months. When her father lost his job he went bad, real bad. Her friends couldn't do anything that wouldn't compromise their integrity. So Sandra suffered in silence.
    At least that's what everyone thought, but Sandra was not stupid she knew things like these didn't go away and saying anything would make him worse.


    Chapter 2
    Sandra had been thinking about it for some time, and although she had had many chance;s she was so afraid something would go wrong that she stayed at the house. She could go and tell on her dad but that would only prolong the pain and possibly make it worse she thought to herself. Sandra being 16 knew she would only have to live through 2 more years of this s**t but then what? Where would she go, and how would she pay for all her food and clothes. Her dad wouldn't pay, he wasn't paying now there was no way he would pay then! So she decided she would leave. Runaway, from the pain the terror, and leave behind all things that held her in this horrible place. She had seen them on the streets, read books about them and even talked to a few of them. The runaways sometimes didn't make it, but if you were smart you would be fine she told herself.

    Later, much later after going through the whole motions of lying about her injuries AGAIN, she was on her way home. Her bus rambled and bumped against the concrete but she payed no attention all she could think about was what when happen when did she arrive home. Would he be mad, would he even be there, or would he be in a good mood... to good of a mood. She wondered and waited who knew what could happen he was always different.
    The bus screeched to a halt, and slowly Sandra rose from her seat grimacing in pain and fear. Walking down the aisle it seemed as if everyone staring and thinking there she goes off to face the lion. Fear echoed their in her face, but she was strong she told herself. She could make it!
    She was at her house, and in opening the front door the instant smell of beer filled her nose. ******** she thought he is most likely in a bad mood. Her dad with seemly super senses yelled "Sandra, where are you? I need some more beer!"
    She quickly went to the fridge and grabbed three beers. The ice cold glass pushed up against her hand as she shuffled down the hall.