//27\\

                                    

                                          
y/n did not have a plan. she grabbed a backpack and shoved clothes in it. 
                          
she needed to find a way downstairs. when she got home— though home wasn't the word for it, her aunt told her she had to leave. so y/n informed her aunt that she was leaving anyways so her aunt locked her in her bedroom. not before her aunts boyfriend beat the shit out of her. 
                          
she wiped the blood from her lip with the back of her shaking hand. "okay, y/n. what do we do?" she whispered to herself. she looked at the window. 
                          
it looked like the only way out, so she tried. she kicked the glass out and climbed onto the roof with her backpack thrown over her shoulders. she climbed over to the front porch, using the top of it to slid onto the ground. 
                          
she landed roughly, but she landed nonetheless. the street lamp didn't give off much light so it was perfect. she needed to get inside. 
                          
she spotted her aunt lying on the couch in the living room. she appeared to be asleep. y/n opened the door slowly and slipped inside. she plundered around inside drawers and cabinets for her aunts wallet. 
                          
instead of finding that, she found her aunts boyfriend's wallet. she took the two hundred dollar bills out of it and then a few twenties before running from the house. 
                          
she ran down the street, going as fast as her legs could carry her. 
                          
her backpack lightly hit the spot between her shoulders, an all too familiar feeling. the concrete pounded against the bottoms of her worn out vans.
                          
a laugh escaped her thin lips. she was finally free.