Abused teenage girl looking for an escape.

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    Tyra shrank back in her room. She heard loud footsteps, the footsteps of her drunkard father. She crept into the shadows of her room, long black hair swept across her white face and pale blue eyes. She sighed in relief as her father passed her door. Then whimpered as the sharp footsteps of her abusive, mentally ill mother came into the hall. Tyra bit her lip as the door crashed open. The skinny, bony mother marched in and without reason she began screaming at her daughter. Then she slapped her hard across the face, several times. Before leaving, slamming the door. Tyra whimpered and crawled into bed her face burning. The next day, Tyra pulled her hood up and drew her hair across to hide her face as she walked up the steps to school.

    Conrad laughed with his buddies. All of them pressed up agianst lockers. Withou even relizing it he stoon in front of Tyra's. When she walked in he smiled and waved. They werent exactly freinds partly because he didnt have the guts to talk to her and secondly he didt think she was intrested in him. Today was the day though. he was going to get to know her better. "Hey Tyra... want to go to the football game tonight? I get free admishon."

    She had her hands in her pockets. Tyra looked up slightly, keeping her bruised face behind her long hair. She bit her lip. "Uh... I don't think I will be allowed..." she mumbled, involuntarily she trembled. Fear flashing in her blue eyes.

    It was obvious Conrad was a little disappointed but it was okay. He wasnt one to push a situation. "How about I go over to your house then? Or atleast get your number?" Now he sounded just a little desperate.


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    Tyra looked up, her hair falling away from her bruised face. "Well, uhm that might not be such a good idea," she replied, biting her lip. With a small start she realized her face was showing and flicked her hair back in front of it.

    Walking closer to her his Hazel eyes looked down into hers. Gently he touched her bruised cheeks and frowned, "WHo the h*** did this to you?"

    "Tyra...tell me the truth...please. I can help you." Conrad grabbed her hand and agian pulled her close. She was everything he wanted. He couldnt let anyone harm her.

    She automatically flinched again. Then with a toss of her head, she flicked her hair out of her face and raised her head, her pale eyes blazing. "My mother," she whispered.

    Conrad's eyes grew wide and his lips slightly parted. There was no way to stop a mother. He couldnt do anything to a women exept call the cops. The Cops! He took out his IPhone and began to type in 9....1....

    "Well you cant let her beat you like that. Tell you what. Take someof your clothes from home tomorrow andd then come live with me. I have plenty of rom and my parents could care lesss. Whispering in her ear he smiled, "What do you say> Tyran and Conrad agianst the world?"

    "Not if we move to a completley different stae. Not if I erase all of our school records. It'll be like we disappered." Conrad mischeiviously smiled and kissed her bruised cheek.