One Week Later.
I’m on my own. My mother left me. My brother won’t come back. I don’t want to be trapped. So with the letter that Isaac left, I take the clothes on my back and what is in my bag and leave the life that was hurting me.
I know I don’t have a driver's licenses, but I need to get to my grandmas and my aunts. I walk into the dim fitted kitchen with my few bags on my shoulder, in search for the extra car key. Before dad left, he made us agree that we keep the extra car in the garage. And only use it for emergencies.
And in my case, this is one dire emergency. Saying goodbye to the life that is the only thing I had ever known, I walk out the back door.
The car is underneath the tarp Isaac and I had used a long time ago for our bikes. Thank God, dad made me learn how to drive before I was even able to reach the doorknob.
I pop the back trunk and throw all my stuff into it, and check to make sure that my fake identity was still in it. Isaac and I had to renew them every year. So mine had just been done. Mine says that I am 18. I may look it. But I’m not that old!