Runaway ~*~Prologue~*~ I loved my life before I turned five.
I loved my life before I
turned five. It was perfect. I lived with just my mom in a small
apartment. I visited my dad every once in a while. I was just
starting school while my mom was in college. But after I turned
five, my mom met my stepdad. Ugh.
They fell in love, and when
I was seven, they married each other. In December, just before my
eighth birthday, my mom told me that I was going to be a big
sister. Sure, at the time, I was really excited and stuff. I was
totally fine with my new sibling. I was sort of okay with my
stepdad. But, eventually, everything went downhill.
When I was twelve, I
started dating a really awesome guy named Shane. Sure, he was a
year ahead of me in school, but we still stayed
On my thirteenth birthday,
I had expected my father to call me, but he never did. After
that, I pretty much started to hate him. I despised him. He never
realized just how much I hated him. He was too stupid to pick up
on it. For the rest of that year, and most of the next, I planned
on removing him from my life so that he couldn’t hurt me
Eventually, I got fed up
with taking care of my little sister and fighting with my
stepdad. I laid awake one night and finally decided what I was
going to do.