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Inspired by the Beatles song: “She’s Leaving Home”

She stopped at the end of the driveway and turned back to the house for one last look.  In her heart, she was sad, but only because this was the only place she’d ever really known as home and it was tough leaving things that made her feel a façade of comfort.

She would miss the memories of her mom, who’d died last winter of a brain hemorrhage, she’d miss all the little knickknacks that told the story of mother and daughter, and she’d miss the yard and the woods behind the house.

A deep sigh, quick shake of the head, and setting of the jaw later, and she had turned back towards the road.  It was true, she was leaving behind the only life she’d ever really known, but the road open before her was full of possibilities, opportunities, new friends and faces, scary new adventures, and of course, ‘he’ would not be there.

Her dad had been in prison for 12 years for a crime he did commit, he’d been drunk and car jacked an old woman in the middle of the day.  She had died in the street, not from injuries sustained during the jacking, but by being run over by a semi like a raccoon trying to cross the road.

Since that day, the man of the house had been her older brother, although he was actually a distant cousin who’d come to stay for some reason.  She and her mom hadn’t had the heart to turn him away, even though he was a little too friendly with both of them, especially her.

He was the reason she was leaving, she had had enough of him and his hands.  His eyes roving over her body every time she walked into a room, drinking in her bare belly, her nipples as they strained against her shirt, and she just knew he was drooling over her pert little butt when she was faced away from him.

She set out down the road, heading away from the town she knew and going towards the unknown.  Adjusting her sunglasses every few steps to keep her glistening eye covered, rearranging her turtleneck to try and keep it from wiggling down her bruised neck.  Her feet sent up small puffs of dust with every trudging step away from her life and into her future.

She knew he would only miss the things he forced her to do, and the chores she did out of respect for the house her mom had kept.  Her friends had all stopped coming around, and she suspected that he was the reason for that too.

All she had ahead of her was the open road, and all she was leaving behind was a life of torment and loss.  Her feet carried her away from disgust and pain, and she hoped the road didn’t lead her into more of the same.

She left home on a Thursday morning, and arrived in her new life as soon as she walked out of the driveway, humming an old Beatles tune all the while.


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