The Time I Ran Away Was Truly Hell!
time I ran a way was really expected. You see I had a pretty good life.
I have a brother and 2 young parents. My brother was 3 the first time
I ran away but that was only for a day (I was 11). I stayed at a friend's
house and couldn't take it so I went home and said that I could have sworn
that I told them I was staying over (grounded for a month!).
up with my boyfriend he had friends in California. Oh and my parents hadn't
any idea that I had known anyone there, that's why we went there. So as
you see we thought there would be no way anyone would find us. But this
is where it went to hell.
he started selling drugs with his friend. I became the prostitute that
is always there, you know, but my boyfriend's boss always wanted me to
be with him and not my boyfriend so I didnt see him much. The boss was
like 28. I was around 15 and looked about 17 or 18 so it didn't look too
obvious. A. lost her baby and her boyfriend so she and me became prostitute.
Then my boy friend got arrested and put in jail. A's boyfriend just kidda
dissapeared. I'm not sure. They had us on so much shit it realy was messed
up. I was at so many parties
When we got home we went to my parent's house first. Hers weren't home at first so we went to mine. When we rang the door bell my little brother opened the door . You could tell he knew who we were but he seemed scared. He was 7 almost 8. He started to cry. I was already in tears,so was a. We were like sisters, and he was our brother. We loved him. We couldn't believe we had left. My mom came to the door. She asked him what was wrong, looked at who was at the door, and started crying. She pulled the both of us into the door and yelled for my grandma. It was all too much to bear. A. and myself were so scared of what was going to happen, but so happy it was happening. My grandma was crying. We were all crying. My brother thought we had gone away to some far away school, and he was trying to tell us how much had happened. My mom was trying to tell him to be quiet. I just said let him. I was so happy to hear his voice again, how much it had changed. My mom had me in a big hug, tears running off her cheek onto mine. I held my brother. afraid to lose him again. I was also hugging a., not wanting to lose her. My grandma had all of us. About an hour later we were all trying to talk. My dad was home and so were a.'s parents. They were hugging us and crying too. We had to tell them everything. It had felt so good.
A. and myself are now 18. We are still best friends. I have a new boyfriend and and so does a. We are in school and don't do drugs. We drink, but not much. I am so happy to be home again. We all really kinda forgot about why we ran away. We are not mad at one another. We are all so deeply in love with one another that it takes all of our anger away.
watching my brother right now, babysitting. I remember hating it. I still
do but it is so much better then what I ran to. I hate to think what would
have happend if I had stayed away, not came back to my family, but I think
it was good for a. and I to have experienced it for now we are all very,
very thankful of what we have.