Matthew Espinosa Imagines

Trapped

*Addison's POV*

My vision blackened. My head spun. I fell to the ground and it felt like I was infinitely falling to my death. But, again, it was just the hard wood floor of our home.

I heard mother screaming at me, screaming even more hurtful words and sayings that are meant to make her point.

But I don't hear them. I'm lost in the dark abyss of my blackened vision where all my senses were cut loose, and all I could feel was the pain of my new scars and bruises.

I try to get up, but her foot slams me back down. I cry out for somebody, anybody to help me. I wanted to cry out the name of the person I wanted most to save me, but my voice was missing.

"Don't you ever say that to me again!" My mother suddenly says, and my hearing magically comes back.

I flail back to my standing position but limp from my newly kicked shin.

But I start running. I sprint out of the house as my ankle screams for me to stop.

"GET BACK HERE!" screams my mother, who gave birth to me at age 16.

So that made her thirty-three, since I was now seventeen.m
I needed him. I was running after him. All I need to do is find him, and he will make things better.

Just keep running, Addie.

"You won't survive without me!" My mother claims after throwing her shoe after my running body.

I jump into my car and struggle to plug in the keys as sobs escape my lips.

"Please" escapes my mouth to the keys as they finally plug into the ignition.

The engine roars once I turn the keys, but then I hear a slamming sound against the lock door of my car.

It was my abusive mother.

"UNLOCK THIS CAR!" she orders, pounding her fists on my car's window.

"NO!" I scream back, hot tears filling my eyes. "NEVER! NEVER AGAIN!"

I then pound on the gas and speed off, my car's tires making black tracks on the driveway.

I swerve and swivel at first, but after my tears fall out of my eyes, I can drive safely.

I drive straight and quietly, sobbing here and there as I drive. I knew where I was going...it was just going to be a long drive.

* * *

I arrive at my ex boyfriend's house, my tears gone, the swirls in my stomach ending, and now...all that was left...was pure nervousness.

I broke up with him because I wouldn't tell him what was truly wrong. He would continuously find me with bruises and tear stains on my cheeks, and he would ask why I was like that.

It was because my mother would beat me since I was thirteen.

But I could never tell him the truth, and that was never because I didn't want to. It was because I was scared that he would interfere...and then he would get hurt.

We broke up two months ago...and then he moved. I don't know if he will let me talk to him...

I don't even know if he found another love.

But I was already getting out of my car and walking up to the front door.

I stand in front of the door, clutching my stomach as I wiped away the remaining blood on the bruises of my forehead.

Before I realized it, I had already rung the doorbell, and right when I heard the bell tones, my stomach felt poisoned.

What if he will just shut the door again?