Annie's mother passed away when she was young leaving her with her abusive father Joshua. When she's finally had enough she runs away to the only other place she knows, her stepbrother Sam's place.

Chapter 1
Annie's P.O.V
"Annie! You get your Ass down here, now!" Joshua called from downstairs. I flinched at the sound of his voice before quickly scurrying down the stairs and to the rumpus room, where he sat in a scruffy old recliner that no longer reclined.

"Yes, Joshua." I said in a small voice, my head bent in submission. He smelt of piss and alcohol, which wasn't out of character for him.

"Get me a fuckin' beer." He demanded as he pointed at the kitchen his eyes glued to the screen. I made my way to the kitchen and grabbed a beer from the mini fridge bringing it back and placing it in his waiting hand. He snatched it from my grip and popped the cap on the exposed structure of the arm of the lounge.

"Josh baby, come back to bed." A sultry voice called from the stairs as two ratty looking women appeared at the foot of the stairs half naked. They didn't even aknowledge the 17 year old girl in the room whittness their whoredom.

"Alright ladies." He called as he stood from his chair taking another swig from his beer bottle as he stumbled towards the stairs. He didn't make it though as he slipped and fell to the floor.

"FUCK!" He cried out as he looked to the culprit. My eyes widened like saucers as I realised it was one of my school books. It must have slipped from my bag as I came home earlier this afternoon. I made eye contact with him and I saw the rage that flared in his drunken eyes. He screeched as he pulled back his arm and hurled his beer bottle at me. It happened so quickly I didn't have time to react and the bottle exploded as it made contact with my face. Glass shattered everywhere, sticking into the skin of my face and neck. I screamed in pain.

The room fell silent, and then Joshua's crude laugh echoed throught the lower level of the house. Soon the shrill laughter of my father's whores joined him.

Father. Joshua Uley was a lot of things but a Father was not one of them.

He rose to his feet and threw an arm around each of the woman and they made their way upstairs to his room the door slamming behind them. Tears spilled down my face even though it hurt more to cry. I slowly made my way upstairs and to my scungy on suit where I began to remove, wash and dress the wounds on my face and neck. A piece had lodged it's self in the crease of my eyelid and after lots of tears and muffled screams, I managed to remove it and dress it, wrapping a piece of bandage and gauze over my left eye to try stop the bleeding.

I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, cuts cleaned but tears still steadily flowing. I stared at my disgusting reflection slowly removing my shirt and pants. I stared at the girl in the mirror and wondered what life would be like if I wasn't His daughter.
My tan skin had lightened because of the lack of sunlight I recieved due to so many home days where I was to beaten to show my face. My skin was littered with yellow to purple bruises that were still trying to heal, but due to my bad diet, unhealthy lifestyle and, constant abuse, were unable. I looked to my dull lifeless eye, my other covered with guaze. A feeling I hadn't felt before rose in me. It wasn't the usual sorrow I felt at moments like these, no it was fiery anger, near the likes of that I had seen in my father.

I wrenched open my bathroom door and stormed across the room. I threw on trackies and a sweat shirt that all hung to big on my body. I threw a coat over that and a Bennie on my head before shoving the essencials into a duffle bag. I grabbed my hidden money stash. Knowing it wouldn't be enough I slowly opened my bedroom door and listened. There was silence in the house, the others had gone to sleep, after all it was 12 at night. I snuck down the hallway my duffle over my slim shoulder. I made it to Joshua's room and cautiously and quietly opened the door. I peaked my head around the door noticing no movement from the three on the bed I slipped into the cluttered room. It smelt of sex and sweat. I covered my nose as I gagged and shuffled my way to the bedside table. I stopped as I reached the side of the bed, knowing if I was caught, there was no doubt, he would kill me. I slid the bottom draw open and took the lid off the tabaco tin, taking the roll of cash from inside. I stood and went to leave when something caught my eyes. A letter addressed to my father. That didn't look like a bank notice? I flipped it over and caught the name. Samuel Uley, there was a return address and everything. I thought to myself for a second. Another Uley? Brother, uncle or grandfather? I stuffed the letter into my coat pocket and fled the room in both fear and curiosity.

I made my way down the dark, empty streets till I reached the bus turminil where I jumped on the first bus out of town that was there. I had no Idea where I was going, but I was gonna ride this bus as far away from Him as possible.