I looked up at the blanket of stars that stretched to infinity, the occasional barking of faraway dogs and the constant squeaking of my bicycle broke the silence of the night.

There has been news of people going missing, others found mutilated and torn to pieces,but I'm not scared to be out at midnight. I'm honestly not scared of dyingA lady calls out to me and I wrap myself in a towel. A woman stood by the bed with a tray of food. "I peddled through the streets on my beat down bicycle that once belonged to my brother with the little strength I had left,just a little more and I'll be out of here. My brother left the moment he could. The only thing he left was a letter about how he resented our father.

Our family was the dysfunctional one but the hope that there was something more out there kept me together, kept me from falling apart and giving into my demons.

I reached out driveway and my dad's sedan was there,I don't hate my father I really don't even though he now spends his days drinking and spending time with cheap prostitutes ,he was not always like this ,I don't mind because he ignores me treats me like air and only looks for me when he needs money for buzz.

He hates me because I look like her, growing up my brother raised me but even he left me in the end. I remember the night she left she combed her curly hair,did her makeup and put on her prettiest dress ,she kissed my forehead, grabbed her bags and got into the big black car that was waiting for her and ever since my father has never been the same.

I looked at our house that had all it's windows nailed shut,my father has this obsession about wolves coming after him, my father was not always like this he was the sweetest and coolest dad he'd comb my hair and tell me stories about wolves, about how they existed and hide in plain sight, he'd take me and my brother out for ice cream and for walks in the park but nighttime was my favorite because I got to hear his stories now that I think about it,it was all a bunch of nonsense.

I sighed and got into the house and found him on the couch with cans of beer spread around,the pungent smell of buzz and cigarettes dominated the air,this part of the house is always like this,I walk past the naked sleeping prostitute on the carpet and his also naked dirty friend that his always with obviously shared.

Just a little bit longer, I'll be eighteen in a month and I'll be out of here.

I make my way to the kitchen to look for something to eat and the only thing staring at me is an empty box of pizza,my stomach growls in hunger,he and his friends eat everything, even the cereal.

I got a lot of tips today even though I'm reluctant I'll just order something to eat because I don't think I'll be able to wake up tomorrow morning with the hunger I'm feeling right now.

I have to charge my phone so I make my way upstairs. We're always moving because he is always running away from his debts.

The minute I opened the door to my room my stomach sank. The whole play was in a mess and everything was turned upside down. No! I rushed to turn my mattress and reached my hand into the hole I ripped and it was empty. He took my money,my only hope .

I angrily stomped downstairs with tears streaming down my face "M*therf**ker,you stole my money",I yell and dump a bucket of water on him and all his buddies.

"What the f**k!",he yells sitting up "are you out of your mind !".

" Where is it!"

" What?!",

" My money,where is my money!",

The woman started getting dressed and ran out ,he glared at me while he put on his pants.

"You have some nerve hiding money from me",he says grabbing my hair and pushing me to the floor " little conniving b*tch!",he says kicking me in the stomach "see what you made me do!",he fills in his hair crying "why did you leave me! Because he had money?!"I know he is not talking to me now.

I crawl back up the stairs and into my room,I hear him throwing and smashing things making another thing that I'll probably have to pay for.