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.

forget it.” Melissa reminded me, not that I could

grateful I had a bathroom close to my bedroom. I felt a smile form on my face when I peeked in Melissa and Frank’s room. They had their own bathroom connected to their

pushed 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

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

While I was a straight A student, I needed a backup plan in case I didn’t get a scholarship. Escaping this

small room, but it had a working door and four walls. A rickety queen sized bed sat against

Melissa and Frank were still arguing, but that gave me plenty

I needed fit comfortably in my suitcase. I didn’t have many clothes, but I had grown used to that

what clothes I owned in the dusty dresser, pulling

me at the local public school. Anything to get me out of the house

stuffed my debit card in my back

her back turned to me, bickering at Frank as he

turning around to face me as

roll my eyes at her. She never cared

something for dinner.” I

dinners with Melissa and Frank a long time ago. The court had made Melissa my legal guardian until I turned eighteen,

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

my teeth together, this man was an idiot. “I’m

turned on my heel and walked out the

road and sighed. I had no idea where I was going. My eyes flickered left and right a few times before finally deciding to

gas station. I could get myself a bag of chips and a bottle of water and

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