We pulled up to the rickety old house, and I felt a twinge of excitement that echoed within the sea of melancholy I had been feeling lately.

The house was by no means new or luxurious, but it was much more than I had anticipated.

We moved from California, where we had a two bedroom apartment in the worst part of town. Walking to work each day had become a constant nightmare. While I was thankful to move, I couldn’t help but expect the worst.

I’ve lived with my mother and her husband for three years now, and to say I hate it is an understatement. I was raised by my amazing grandmother for most of my life, but unfortunately she died a few years back. The only other relative able to take me in was my mother.

‘Melissa’, she insists I call her. As though I’m just some child she found on the street.

Melissa and I have a non-existent relationship, which means she pretends I don’t exist and I stay out of the way. The issue lies in her husband. Frank likes to drink far too much, and when he does he becomes a complete a*****e. I keep my distance from Frank when he’s been hitting the bottle too much.

We just moved all the way to Georgia due to a job offer Melissa had gotten. Frank could hardly hold a job, so Melissa paid most of the bills. Typically, I worked part time. I used my money to buy the necessities that Melissa refused to provide.

The new house was much bigger than I had expected. It looked pretty old, sporting chipped white paint and a crooked porch jutting out from the front of the house.

The only thing I was looking forward to regarding out cross country move, was finally having my own bedroom. My bedroom in California consisted of me hanging a curtain to block off the unused dining room. Frank insisted he needed the second bedroom as an office.

I climbed out of the car and stretched, slinging my backpack over my shoulder as I walked to the front porch. I could hear Melissa and Frank already begin to argue, but I had learned to successfully tune them out.

The front porch creaked and groaned under my feet, but I didn’t mind it. Frank only ever stepped outside to run to the liquor store, so I would have plenty of time to myself on the porch.

Melissa opened the front door and stepped inside behind Frank. I wasted no time heading upstairs to my bedroom.

Melissa reminded me,

form on my face when I peeked in Melissa and Frank’s room. They

his boundaries with me when he was drunk. He was smart, and never did it while Melissa was around. I had a constant air of caution when I was around Frank. He had gotten handsy

at the paint peeling from the walls. Once I managed to find myself a job, I could make this room

was old enough to get a job. While I was a straight A student, I needed a backup plan in case I didn’t get a scholarship. Escaping this place the

it had a working door and four walls. A rickety queen sized

and grabbed my large suitcase from the trunk of Melissa’s car, struggling under its weight. Melissa and Frank were

I didn’t have many clothes, but

in the dusty dresser, pulling out an outfit for

no time enrolling me at the local public school. Anything to get me out of

my debit card in my back pocket and

back turned to me, bickering at Frank as he set up the small TV

going?” Melissa snapped, turning around

urge to roll my eyes at her. She

gonna go find something

Melissa and Frank a long time ago. The court had made Melissa my legal guardian until I turned eighteen, so I refused to give her any of the money I worked for. Instead, I supported

me a six pack while you’re out.” Frank snapped, his beady eyes narrowed at the

together, this

heel and walked

I had no idea where I was going. My eyes flickered left and right a

a gas station. I could get myself a bag of chips

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