Nichole's POV

I think it's time to seek for our real dad. The one that left us. The one that broke our beautiful mothers heart. He is our only hope(sadly). He sends a card or two each year. Sad. Ikr. Faith still loves him so she has collected all the post cards sent. We might have a chance to live with him. Personally I hate that man. But if it means not moving to cali I'm all for it. I haven't seen the location of were we need to head but oh well. I am going to talk to Faith about the post cards. This is a life or death situation. By death I mean our troll of a step dad and by life I mean getting to "Dad's " House safely. I'm just happy that the troll didn't go out of his way to buy us a place. That would be stupid since it's a  boarding school.

(I made that mistake😖😖😖)

As soon as I entered her room Faith was unconscious . I knew exactly what happened. I ran downstairs to the kitchen to get Faith a water bottle and a candy bar. I swung the covers off Faith and poured some water on her to see if she woke up. She did I was relieved. I told her to eat the candy then sleep. I treated her bruises and got the post cards. I wrote down the address on my arm and hid the cards. The troll would flip out if he found these. I was too shocked foe words. We still hade to move to cali. F*CK! Screw it. I ordered the tickets online and surprisingly they will come today and we would have to leave the next day. I packed my stuff and fell asleep. This was going to be the craziest thing we would have to do to ever survive.