W A Y T O G O

I don’t know if God put it together, but I think He did.

My escape plan was simple: find the perfect time to slip out, take a taxi to my grandfather’s house.

My grandpa knew of my plan, and said he would pay for the taxi when we arrived.

He wanted me to be careful, but he gave me all the courage he could to go ahead and leave.. He knew we weren’t happy there, it didn’t matter how much they tried to make us comfortable, we just couldn’t feel at home..

Although we were treated like princesses, it felt like jail.

My sister and I were actually so stressed that both of us started our cycles the same day, at the same time.. it’s wild how the body can pick up on everything around it and respond in it’s own particular way, could not make it up.

None of this mess could be made up.

I had picked a date when I finally would be ready to make that step, and although I knew I wouldn’t back out, I was still so so afraid of being caught, and of the potential consequences.

For some odd (or divine) reason, my cousin on my dad’s side, whose school was close by, stopped by to say hi.

She gave me money!! That I didn’t ask for, and I thought, this is it, right now’s the time.

I told my grandmother, and told her my sister and I were going to get snacks around the corner.

And when nobody was looking, or paying attention, my sister and I hopped into a taxi cab.

I instantly turned my phone off, because I knew that within 15 minutes, they would be calling me to figure out where we were.

Once we got to our grandpa’s house, he ended up paying for the taxi and taking us in..

I can’t explain the relief I felt!

It felt good to be home, but of course, not for long.

My grandma (my mom’s mom) came to the house, HOT.

She was so mad, she called me the devil.

I’ll never forget, she looked me straight in my eyes, and said I was the cause of all this trouble, it was all my fault.

I smiled, because it didn’t matter what she said. I felt that I had won this battle after all…