• It was a dark night. My house was illuminated from the candles mom always has set out, for storms like this one. I had just got in the door. I came home from grandmas early because I never really liked to be with grandma, since the accident she had gotten abusive. Mom was still in Mexico; that was a relief. I wasn't going to get yelled at for a night. I couldn't remember if it was tomorrow night that she was coming home, or the next morning. Not like it matters, I'm going to get in trouble for leaving grandmas anyways and that will be a month of grounding and getting yelled at. I don't think I'll be able to stand much more yelling before I just leave and become a runaway. But even then I don't think I would be able to get away. Mom would find me and take me home and then I would get grounded for that and more yelling, so whats the point? There will never be an escape from the toucher she puts me through. You would think its an easy thing to take but when she starts saying, “You're useless,” comments it starts to hurt. I heard a smash from the living room. It sounded like a window. Oh god, someone can't be breaking into my house. I grab one of the swords dad sharpened for me and took it to where I heard the smash. There was a bunch of glass on the floor.