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TW: ABUSE
For as long as I remember it has been me and my dad. I don't remember a time when it wasn't just us and his beers. He didn't use to drink so much or hit so much but every day seems to be worse. For about three years I have been working and saving up to get out of this shit hole. I know I can't get enough money to get a place but I got enough to get out of this town and get food. Today would be the day I get the last of my money that I need to get out. Getting home from the dinner felt longer than ever but it was worth the wait. Downtown Atlanta wasn't too bad as long as you knew how to fight and lie. When I finally got home I was meant with screams from my father something about not getting home early enough to get all the chores done. I went to my room to put my paycheck in my bag and making sure that everything was in place to leave tonight. I had tickets to a one-way bus to a well known homeless shelter and thirty dollars. My dad would pass out around 10 o'clock, and the bus leaves at 11:15. I went out of my room to go get some pizza and a soda just to be on a somewhat full stomach. It soon was 10:10 and my plan was a go. I slowly walked to my front door and closed it shut but quietly. I then ran, ran faster than I ever had but I felt free for a few minutes I felt only the air on my face and forgot all my troubles. I got to the bus stop right at 11:00. Waiting was the worst part of my plan, anxiety didn't like how it felt to just stop and wait when my father could be coming to get me. Not soon enough the bus to upper Atlanta got there. The bus was empty except for the friendly-looking bus driver. I choose to sit at the front near him, I felt safer with him than I have with my father. I tried my best to stay awake to see my own personal hell fly past me in streaks but my eyes betrayed me.