I waited upstairs patiently as I tried to wash the blood out of clothes in the bathroom sink.

The blood had already stained. I felt like crying, I always mess everything up. I leaned against the wall as I gave up hope of getting the stain out. I slowly slid down to the floor, my bloody hands covering my face.

I was so exhausted from living this lifestyle; I was tired of the constant violence that came with it.

A tear rolled down my cheek as I shook my head.

Suddenly, the door opened.

"Oh, I'm— are you ok?" Kaylo noticed my tears. "Oh yeah, I'm fine," I smiled as...