Runaway

Chapter one

I sat in a dark closet hiding from my dad. His name is Trigon, or the develish name I had made up for him. Fathers real name I never knew, he made me call him sir or father. I can already see the dark purple and blue bruises forming along my arms and legs.

I cry myself to sleep every night, with the terrible nightmares of my mother's death. My mother Arella died when I was around two years old. I rarely knew her, but I miss her every day. My mom died right before my eyes, by the hands of my father. That's the day my long and horrid 14 years of abuse began.

Luckily my father let me enroll in school, my suffering used to stop right when I left for school. I loved school even though I had homework, it was my paradise. that was until I had to go to middle school. That is when the stares and bullying happened. After seventh grade, I didn't have any friends. High school was even worse, people would trip me and beat me in the hallways. For a while I just ignored it, I'm used to my father hurting me. Why should I feel anything they just want to make me feel bad. I already live in hell, I don't think they could burn my self esteem even more than my father has for the past fourteen years. But a few days ago I got sick of it, today was my sixteenth birthday and my father's present was another beating. I walked down the hallway before school starts. Going over the plan in my head. Tonight would be the night I can leave, and never have to come back. Before I could however go to my first class. Josh walked up to me with his two stupid friends. "So bitch have you leaned your l." He never got to finish because I punched him with a lot of force. It made Josh fall right to the floor, he friends just stared at me dumbstruck. Just then the principal, walked up to Josh. He was groaning and acting like I killed him. I rolled my eyes and saw the teacher motioning me towards the office. "Shit." I quietly cursed as I walked down the hallway to the office.

LATER:

I finally was able to go home, I was suspended for three days. Just great my dad is going to be pissed. I knew the principal called him, I'm just praying to god that he doesn't hurt me badly. Who am I kidding, he might try to kill me again? I hesitated as I stood in front of the door, I was scared to even touch the doorknob. He might be in there right now, drunk, mad, and ready to punish me for hurting the star jock. I opened the door and quietly shut it behind me, but I wasn't fast enough. My dad walked right out of the kitchen and stared me down like a predator does before he eats his pray. "Why the hell did I get a phone call from school, saying that my daughter punched the star jock and got suspended for three days?" Father asked as he walked over to me and slapped hard across my face. I fell to the floor in a heap and stared into his blood red eyes. "I do so much for you and this is how you repay me?" He asked starting to kick me, each one harder and with more force and meaning. "You are an inconsiderate little bitch!!!" Father yelled as he pulled me up by my hair and throwing me on the couch. "I will make you pay, these three days!" He exclaimed pulling out a knife in the kitchen, dragging it against. The cold metal hurt like hell, I held back a cry of pain and watch the blood dribble down my arm. "The pain is just starting now!" My father yelled as he dove for my other arm. This time I yelled out in pain, he smiled as if that sound was music to his ears. "You are such a waste of time!" He yelled as he got off me and went into the kitchen to get another beer. I fell to the floor in pain, there was so much blood. I might not live through this punishment. "Just you wait, I will get you back later. Right now I think you should get out of my sight!" He yelled dragging me to my feet and pushing me into my closet locking the door. I quietly pulled out my emergency first aid kit and cleaned the scars on my arms. "I can't wait to leave." I whispered to myself smiling.