Your parents were always unfair and strict. They often abused you to the point where you were used to it by now. But still be scared enough to flee from their touch. Well not there. His. Your dad, you mom passed away a few years ago in a car accident. You were only 5, she was driving she you wouldn’t sit down, while she was driving she tried to reach back and get you to calm down.. but someone hit her.

And from that day on, you always hated yourself. Thinking that it was all you fault. Unfortunately your father that he same. He never let a day go by without putting you down or beating you. You had some many scars it was concerning. But you hid it.. because you didn’t want to be even more of a burden with your sad sob story.

It was late at night. You hadn’t eaten anything all day. One of the things Your father said was you had to stay skinny and perfect if you wanted to really be loved. And that’s all you even wanted. So you lie there in bed starving and hurting.

You felt so tired, but you had a test to study for. If you got anything under a B… it wouldn’t end well for you. Running away was a thought that crossed your mind often, but staying here was your first only choice. Who would take a random kid off the street into their home?