LENA’S POVWe were always running from something. Me and my mother, we've changed locations more times than I can count, names, Id’s, we just didn't stay in one place long enough to make friends or build any solid relationships. So when I walked in on my mother that night reading a letter in tears, I knew that we were being haunted again. She looked shocked when she saw me, and when I picked up the envelope that came with the letter, she looked like I had just picked up a bullet.She snatched it from me, and burnt them all in the kitchen sink before I could even ask and she never spoke a word about it. And that was only the beginning of our fight. We always argued about something small and inconsequential but we both knew the real reason why. It was about my father, and how we were always running and how there were always rules that made no sense.“I am going to a party tonight mom,” I announced with a huge smile on my face as I pulled on my jacket. “I'll be gone for just a few ho
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