Family problems(life as a runaway)

its nt my story dear readers!!

I hate the fact about what my father has done to my mother so that my mother threw her emotion away by slapping my head with her hand or with another hard stuff every time I got bad marks at school and every time I didn't listen to what she said. I was a scared girl and I've seen that my father was about to kill her twice, first time he was about to shot her head with a gun he had when he was shooting the birds at our backyard and the second time he was about to kill her with a big kitchen knife.
One day when my mom just came from hospital due to her sickness, when she just came back home my younger sister asked her for food. But because my mom was still tired and needed to take a rest, she decided to call a restaurant and buy the food she wanted. When the food is delivered my mom went to the front door but when she was in our car garage my father noticed that she didn't cook but bought a food outside. He became mad and he spit in her face.
One night when my father decided to sleep in my bedroom due to the fight, I, who was sleeping, heard that my mom came into my bedroom to talk with my dad, but then my dad became mad and he pulled my mom's hair so hard and took her away from my bedroom with her hair in both of his hands. He thought I was sleeping, but I saw what he did. I saw all those happenings with my own eyes and every time I saw it I cried, but I cried in a hidden place so that they shouldn't know I was crying. So did my younger sister, too.
Years passed, my parents are finally divorced, I was very sad to face it but on the other side I also thought that it's the better way for them to be separated. One day when I and my sister were in our bedroom, my dad came to us, hugged us, told us about a story and cried. But I felt he was not really crying, I felt that it was fake so I said,"just go away! We don't need you and stop crying because I know it is fake!" He left the room and moved to another house with nothing in his hands.
Since then, my mother worked harder to buy the things we needed in life, in short she also became father, as the head of the family. The bad happenings that my dad has done to my mother still involved her badly that she used her hands or another hard stuffs to punish us, especially me, the oldest daughter. It went on till I was 16 years old, I hated it, I hated it so much.
One night when I just fought with my mom I went to my bedroom and I was thinking like,"now it's my turn to teach my mom how to handle her daughter better than this! Perhaps if I go away from home she will change her mind and admit her faults because I know she never admits the bad things she has done, even when the preacher advised her she didn't listen so I have no choice than running away only to make her open her eyes. She better talk with me in a normal way other than slapping, kicking and banging my head to the wall!"
So, on the next day it was time for us to go to the school, my mom used to bring us to our school by her car. I put few clothes into my schoolbag, wore my school uniform and pretended as if I was going to school. Everything was then ready, I came downstairs and I saw my sister there, she was still crying about what has happened in the night before. I whispered in her ear,"if you don't see me after school time, please don't be shocked because I won't be here anymore and please stop crying, I love you."
So, when all of us were already in a car, underway to our school, my mother seemed so curious about what I had inside of my bag because it looked so lighter than usual. She asked,"what do you have inside your bag?" attempted to touch my schoolbag but I avoided it and said,"do you want to create another problem or what? Why do you believe another people more than you believe your own child?" I was still mad at that time and luckily, she didn't check my bag. We finally arrived at school, I walked into my school and went again when I noticed that my mom already went away from the parking place.
And so, since then I didn't come back to my home, I was with other friends who also escaped from their houses due to the family problems. We moved from one to another places and I became a little bit paranoid every time I saw a car that looked like my mother's car because we lived in a small town and everyone could explore the town within one hour so it was actually easy to find me if I didn't watch out. We also travelled to another city as my mom already knew the places where I should be. Of course I needed money, but my dad who lived in another place always sent money to my bank account every month so that I shouldn't be poor during my escape. He knew I ran away from home but he's also worried that something should happen to me so that's why he always sent money.