Ellie told me that we would go to a local McDonald's. I ordered a six piece chicken nugget meal with some sauce. Ellie got the ten piece meal, getting us both Sprite. " So how old are you, Amelia?" She asked, handing over my good and drink. "I'm eight years old."
Ellie's eyebrow rose,"You seem very small for an eight year old."
Because my mommy would only let me eat if I had been a perfect angel, I say to myself.
"How old are you?" I ask, dropping the painful subject that she tried to bring up.
No matter who someone is, now matter how much I love them, they can never know has happened in my life.
No one can ever know what has happened in this house, you piece of crap for a daughter.
I remember when my said that to me, three days ago and I can still hear her stupid voice whispering those words.
My dad and older sister joined in on the taunting. Throwing objects at me, glass even. Yelling at me about how much of an idiot I am and how worthless I am.
Ellie looked at me, worry glistening in her smile."I'm sixteen." She states, I thought she was older but apparently with how nice and wise she is. But she does have a very young face.
We finish out lunch, I was smiling at how I had finally been able to eat more than one meal or even less than that, in three years.
I feel my eyelids start to flutter, Ellie notices and offers to take me to her house. I take that offer, yes I know it's dangerous. But so is living on the streets.
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Runaway
General FictionAmelia is a runway. She is constantly jumping from place to place, finally she finds the 'perfect' family. Soon she realizes that her new family is a living hell. Don't cross her parents because of the bruises; her older brother because of the unwa...
