The only friend I had was taken away. Grandpa sent Ryan to college in Pittsburgh. I hated that Grandpa made him go away, but I felt happy that he couldn’t hurt Ryan anymore. One day I could escape like that; I had eleven years to go. Ryan had argued with Grandpa about college, and said he wouldn’t leave, he even started skipping football practise and drinking so much with his friends he would pass out in the driveway. But then Grandpa used his massive fists on me and said until Ryan learnt to do as he was told I would be beaten. I had mastered hiding like Tate and Gray had gotten good at sneaking Grandpa’s liquor; we were awesome at it. There had only been a couple of times he had found me, or should I say caught me before I had time to run away. I didn’t go to school anymore, the kids started beating on me and saying things about me that Grandpa Chase didn’t like. So he pulled me from school and every day I had a tutor come teach me stuff. I liked reading, and I liked math but everything else pretty much sucked.
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