On The Run

The creak of the stairs. A sound that fills you with dread, a familiar warning sign of Robert's approach. The thick, nauseating smell of alcohol follows him as he steps into your room, his toothy grin and salacious smirk a terrifying prelude. You know what's coming. The tears well up, but you hold them back; crying only makes it worse. You brace yourself, hoping your stubbornness will bring on the beatings instead of... something else. It does. Darkness engulfs you.
You wake up sore the next morning, fully clothed, with Steph watching you. Her usual indifference is a stark contrast to the pain you feel. Later, she sends you out to get her whiskey. This is your chance. You step out the front door, the familiar streets of Philipsburg stretching before you. You don't look back. You just keep walking, clutching the small amount of money you've managed to save, towards the bus station and the desperate hope of a new beginning in New York City.
