Looking into the mirror, staring at my own reflection, the anger inside me kept boiling more and more. Inwardly cursing that man, I grabbed a bag and all needed belongings like clothes, money, my phone, everything that I deemed important. This was the last time he ever layed a hand on me, ever again. It has gone far enough for far too long. Not waiting around a second longer, I sneaked out of the house, grabbed a bike and dashed out the gate, not looking back one time. After an hour of cycling, I arrived at the train station. Luck was on my side for once, as I checked in and could enter my train just before it departed. Finding a seat with no one around, I sighed while sitting down. It was going to be another two hours at least before I would reach the airport. Looking outside, the sun had set and was now making place for a soft purple evening. It was around ten, if I remember correctly, so I should arrive at around twelve I think. Maybe even later, I wouldn't know. A seat further I saw a woman looking at me with horrified eyes. I smiled at her, making her look away in an instance. She probably felt busted for staring at me. But who could blame her? Everyone can see what that so called father figure did to me. And I would gladly show the world what he did. I am not going to cover up his actions any longer. My heart rejoices at the thought that he might panick or get mad after he learns I am no longer his property. It even makes me shiver, thinking about it. If I hadn't turned eighteen two weeks ago, I wouldn't have run away like this. This was such a rash decision, where did I want to go now that I was free? While all sorts of thoughts crossed my mind, I fell into a light sleep, getting a little awake every time the train would stop at a station. After a while, I couldn't sleep anymore and not that long after, the train had reached d