Runaway

This is my first, actual story. I wrote one a week ago but decided to delete it and make a new one. I hope you like it. Please comment and vote. [: Thank you.

Chapter One: Silence

"Shh. Whatever you do, don't make a sound." I told my little sister. My mother died when I was five, my sister just being born. After her death, my father turned into an abusive alcoholic. He tells us it's our fault our mother died and starts hitting us. I've been going through this for eleven years now and my sister, six. "Tomorrow night, we're going to escape." I whispered. My father is drunk again. But when isn't he? The only place we can hide from his torturous blows is in our small, cramped attic.

As we lay on our stomachs and peep through the cracks of the ceiling, I feel my sister tense up as our father walks and stops directly underneath us. I try to shorten my breath to make it quitter but to me, it sounds louder. He doesn't know about our hiding place.

"When I find you little whores, I'm going to beat your asses." He said to himself. We had to strain to hear what he was saying. My sister look over at me, terrified and I just shook my head.I couldn't take another day of this. Eleven years has been way too much. Tomorrow will be our escape. I look over to see Gin's dimly lit face. She was dozing off. As I wrapped my arm around her trembling, fragile body, I whispered, " We'll get out of here tomorrow, then it will just be me and you. I promise." I smiled a small yet reassuring smile. With that, she relaxed, but not all the way. We have to be alert at all times, living in this hell of a home. And before I knew it, I had fallen asleep.

Dawn quickly rose and while our father was at work, we made a plan.

First, we'll pack our bags and hide them in the attic. Second, we'lll do our chores and have dinner ready before father gets home. Then we'll go on about our business until he get's to his drunk and abusive self and we'll hide in the attic. And when he passes out, that's when we'll make our move.

"Gin, we're going to have to be quick and quiet." I whispered as we waited for our father to pass out. "What time is it, Rain?" I looked down to see my watch glowing slightly. My mother gave me this watch a year before she died. I'm surprised it still works although the light doesn't glow as bright. " 3 am." As I looked over, she let out a big yawn, then she covered her mouth. Good, our dad didn't hear it. "Sorry." She mouthed and I just patted her hand. " You're going to have to stay awake, Gin." I demanded in a whisper. "It's now or never. And whatever you do, do not stop running. Even if I trip or he get's me, run." She nodded as a single tear slid down her dirty, little cheek.

Thirty minutes later, our dad fell asleep. Our house if very old, so the floors make it hard too sneak. But we've been living here our whole lives so we know what wood creaks and what wood doesn't. I climbed down first, quick but silent. "Gin, toss the bags down." I said in a hushed tone. We waited until we heard him snoring again, then Gin threw them down. We made sure to pack only what we needed and suff in into two backpacks for easy running. My sister then made her way down and we debated wheterher to leave the ladder up or down.

"Down." Gin whispered. "It will be too loud to put it up and it might wake up dad." She made a good point and I didn't even think of that. I just nodded.

We tippy-toed, dodging old wooden planks that creked, and hid in the shadows. As we made our way to the door, I knocked into a coffee table and a bottle shattered on the wooden floor. Gin's eyes went wide as soon as we heard his door open.

"RUN!"