Rain drops slipped off of the building and onto the pavement. Her feet softly pounded the ground as she ran. She had been crying, but one might think it had been the rain which smeared her makeup. Her clothes were torn and ragged, giving off the impression that she had no home. She lived in a “house”, but not a home. Home wouldn’t cause her tears, to be violated, to be hurt over and over again. He said if she ever left, she should fear for her life.
She decided that risking her life was worth a taste of freedom.