Teenage Runaway

So I was bored at night and I decided to play around and write something. I might continue depending on feedback, but I'll do it after finishing my other stories. So just enjoy this intro my loves  tell me what you think

"Zoey! Zoey!"
I kept going, running in fear and running in anger. I ran with pain, not from the blow to my face a few minutes ago, not from my legs that ached from how much I ran, but from this hell called my life.
"Zoey!" his voice echoed right when I tripped and fell. I got up on my knees while shivering. Feet stood infront of me...my vision was blurred by my dark tears. I bit my lip and blinked, wishing the tears would leave. I hate crying, it makes me feel defeated.
"Zoey..."
"What?! What do you want Alan?!" I retorted keeping my head down.
"Pull yourself together Zoey." he said clearly.
Alan pulled me up, I started limping slightly from that fall.

(My name is Zoey, I'm 14. My brother Alan is 16. We're adopted, our parents died in a fire when I was 5. Our aunt kept us for 2 years but she became too poor, children services took us away and put us in an orphanage. Then we were adopted by people who were a living nightmare. Chris, 28. And Taylor, 25. They barely fed us, even though they had the a lot of money from Taylor's parents, who were famous. They made us work and treated us like animals.
Chris Smokes a lot and Taylor is a bartender. So you won't be suprised when you know I'm abused, almost sexually abused by Chris if it weren't for Alan. Alan and I used to not like each other and we fought a lot until we realized all we had was each other. He grew to protect me, and I helped him too. Living this way Is unbearable though...no more, I can't take it anymore!!! I guess I'm just...a teenage runaway.)
"Zoey we have to go back!" Alan begged, I pulled away.
"No..We can't. We have to escape."
"Zoey where are we going to go?! Huh?! There is No one there for us. No one to help us. We're all alone. Just let it go..."
"No. I'm not gonna let it go. I'm not going to give up. I've stood by for 6 years. 6 freaking years of them tellin me what to do and slapping me around. Don't even get me started on Chris.." I looked down, feeling my tears swell up. "if it weren't for you I would've been..."
"Shh Zoey please..." Alan reassured hugging me. I shook my head and looked at him.
"he kept kissing me, and..touching me.i told him to stop and that I didn't like it. The day when you caught me in his bedroom, half naked, terrified...I thought it'd be over. You busted the door open and threw him off, but he grabbed the knife...And now I feel so bad because of what he did to you.." I said letting my tears drop harder when I saw the deep scar in his face. It was worse than that during that night, his jaw was almost broken by the blows Chris gave him. But he fought hard for me.
"Please..." I said out of weeping, "Take me away Alan....". He looked at me seeing the desperation in my eyes.
"Okay....let's go." Alan agreed looking down, holding my hand.