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    Run (1)

    She slept almost the entire ride, to my surprise, but I couldn’t even close my eyes. I was afraid to blink. She woke up once and ate some of her crackers, but then quickly fell back asleep. The soft lull of the train must have put her mind at ease, and I was glad for it. I was glad that one of us could get some rest.

    About half way through our ride, I began to doubt myself, and the plan I had designed. There were so many things that could have gone wrong, and so many risks I had taken. Somehow, I forced those thoughts away, and sat back stiffly in my seat.

    "Fear of trains?"

    I turned my head to see a man in one of the seats on the other side, smiling at me. I tried desperately to be friendly back, although I’m certain it came off as hostility and awkward nervous energy. "No, just tired. Thanks."

    After our long train ride, I got to a pay phone with Angelica on my hip – worried that she may run too far and I would lose sight of her. I knew Carol’s number, and tried calling it, but there was no answer. After a few more tries, I felt like my quiet panic was drawing some attention, so I hurried away.

    So far from home, I was worried, but I paid for a cab that took us all the way into Los Angeles. I didn’t care about anything else, so long as we got there safely. I had brought some money along.

    I got out with Angelica in my arms again – I couldn’t seem to let her down in the hectic whirl of chaos in my mind. I needed her to be close. I waved at the cab driver with thanks, and adjusted my bag over my shoulder, and then I picked up Angelica before letting out a deep breath.

    "What is this, Mommy?" I couldn’t help but smile at her oblivious tone. She always could bring a smile to my lips.

    "A friend of Mommy’s, baby." It was all I could answer – she didn’t know them. Carol and Steve were friends of mine from way back, which made me feel much safer that no one else would think to look for us here.

    Comments

    1. Really great start, I love the way you write and you already have me hooked with this story. I can’t wait to see the connection grow between them as something positive comes out of something so terrible

    2. The first thing that ran through my mind after reading the first paragraph was J.Lo’s movie (only good one) “Enough”. I can’t wait to see what happens next.

    3. Hey GR, What a great opener to what is lining up to be a fantastic and important story. While I accept that this might be too difficult for many people to read however it survives and grows in silence. I applaud you for promoting the the idealogy of survival and optimism. Life can and does get better when you take charge of your destiny. The hardness part is the constant emotional and physical blackmail that the abuser use to maintain the status quo. I have the feeling that Tina’s life is about to improve immensely. I can’t wait to read more. GR, you take on the hard subjects then educate and entertain. You rock my world. Many thanks and keep up the great work. Your Loyal Fan and (Proud) Friend.

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