The Only Hope For Me Is You

After my dad came home and beat me, saying it was my fault mom had left. He walked out, I stared at the wall waiting for the click of the lock, but I never heard it. I looked over at the door and stood up. Maybe it was a trap, he was testing me, still I had a chance. I walked over to the door and opened it, I heard him in his room. He must be so drunk he forgot. I smiled and grabbed a bag, quickly shoving my clothes in it. I can finally live a normal life. I walked out the room and walked down the stairs quietly. I snuck into the kitchen and grabbed as much food as I could. I looked around the house one last time before walking out forever.

I didn't know where I was going to go, I didn't have any money. I was going to grab some, but he probably spent it all at the bar. I walked down the street, pulling my hood over my head. It was getting cold and I didn't have anything but this jacket. I sighed and sat down at a bench. I watched the cars drive by. I thought about hitch hiking, but I don't think anyone would help me, it's New Jersey. A few people walked by and gave me a weird look, but one of them looked at me sadly.
"Are you okay?" He asked softly. I nodded and looked at him. He had bright red hair, I thought it was pretty cool. He walked over to me and pulled my hood down.
"Jesus, what happened to you?"
"Nothing" I pulled my hood back up and looked at the floor. He looked at my bag and sighed.
"Running away?"
"It's none of your business" He knelt down in front of me and looked at me.
"I'm trying to help. Do you need somewhere to stay? You could stay with me for a while"
"I can't trust you"
"You can, promise. I won't hurt you" I looked at him and he smiled at me.
"You don't need to help me, I'll be fine" He picked up my bag and stood up.
"Come on, you're staying with me" I sighed and stood up, he smiled and started walking. I walked behind him, keeping my head down. I don't even know this guy and I'm about to stay at his house.

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