Punished

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Gia's P.O.V.

In this house you're not aloud to cry. Im extremly scared but tears kept rolling out. He ran up to me and grabbed me, pulling by my arm. He dragged me downstairs and pushed me outside. He chained me to the porch, making me stay out here untill morning. I have no blanket and its below freezing. I put my hands in my pocket and laid my head on the step. Then I felt paper in one of my pockets. I pulled it out and this is what it read...

Punishments

• crying - put outside, beaten, no food for a day.

• disobeying orders - beaten untill father feels its enough.

• trying to escape - beaten untill dead or almost dead.

• not saying father - punish fathers way or eat something deadly.

• not using manners - punish fathers way.

... The list of punishments scared me. I dont even know how it got in my pocket. Im starting to think. Its been 7 years and I have put up with so much abuse and beatings, I dont care anymore. Im putting up with this only because im afraid. I dont care if I get caught. This summer, I will escape. I will find my mother. And my father will pay. I layed my head down and fell asleep in the fridgid cold and snow.

Morning -

Father came out and got me at 6 am. Right now its 6:30 and I am being watched over by him as I clean the kitchen floor with my toothbrush. He still looked mad about last night. I finally finished scrubbing and he sent me to my room without breakfast. He said that I wasnt aloud to eat today and I couldnt leave my room. I thought I had already had my punishment but I guess its not over untill he says. I sat on my bed for a while. I then heard the door close and a car door slam. I looked out my window and he was gone. Father never leaves. Ever. I smiled. He only leaves once a month if Im lucky and thats to get food. Every time he leaves he locks the door. Our door only locks on the outside but I have a weird feeling. I ran down the stairs as fast as I could grabbing the door handle and twisting it. To my surprize, it was open. Im free.....

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