On The Run

Accidents Happen

"OLIVIA!"

I slowly closed my eyes and let the darkness consume me, for I knew what was about to happen.

I could hear him making his way up the stairs and towards my room. What seperated me from him was my bedroom door. And I know the only thing that lies beyond it is pain.

The door swung open and now I knew it was time. It was time for my father to punish me.

"Get over here.'' He spat.

I knew that disobeying him would only make him angrier, so I let my feet hang off of my bed for a second. I slowly lowered my legs onto the cold hardwood floor. Im used to the cold, it is almost comforting.

Now, I was slowly approaching him.

"I'm ready." I whispered.

And that was all it took.

He reached for my hair and began pulling me into the room. When we got to the door, he slowly pushed it open. Then he immediatly yanked on my hair, sending me crashing onto the bed. He opened the door to his closet of nifty gadgets and my eyes widened like a kid in a candy store.

He held up two objects.

"You know Olivia, I really can not choose today. Why don't you?"

Tears began to sting my eyes. I slowly raised my arm and pointed to one side. I felt ashamed. Why am I the one to choose my own fate?

I already knew what to do. I turned over and layed face down on the bed. He gripped my underwear tightly and tugged on them, ripping them clean off of me and leaving my ass completely exposed.

Hot sensations began to take over, forming welts on my cold skin. I clenched my fists and tears were now completely forming and slowly making their way down my face.

"What are you a fucking baby now?" He called out as he began to paddle harder.

When he finished up, he turned me over and began to reach for my neck. He began to slowly drain the life from out of me, and my eyes began to close.. and for the first time, I wanted them too.

Before I had the chance to become a lifeless ragdoll, he picked me up and threw me against the wall.

This time I hoped he would kill me.

His knuckles crashed down on my narrow cheek bones, causing a cracking noise to occur. He then began smashing my head off the dry wall until a hole had formed.

I felt him tugging on my hair once again.

I just wanted this moment to be over.

And soon my wish had came true.

My father threw me into the railing and my delicate little body began flying over.

This is the last thing that I remember before everything around me turned to black.

****

Quiet mumbling could be heard in the backround.

I tried to force my eyes open, but they were just too heavy.

Am I dead? I thought to myself.

Then I fell back into a deep sleep.

****

You stupid fucking excuse for a daughter. If you think I am about to let you live for a second, you really are the dumbest bitch I have ever met. Look at you, possesing your mother's qualities. You make me fucking sick Olivia.

****

I tried to get up again, but I was pushed back down. "Just kill me!" I cried out.

"Olivia hunny. Can you hear me? Please open your eyes."

My eyes fluttered open and I felt like I was fighting for my life. My first initiative was to fight back, so I began swinging. My fist had connected with his jaw and it sent a searing pain up my arm.

Someone began to hug me as they called out, "Olviia stop! It's me!" The voice had belonged to a woman and she smelt of a delicate fragrence. I looked around for the first time and saw that I was in a hospital bed.

I began weaping into her shoulder.

"It's okay baby. I'm here.. Mommy's here."

It was my mother. The same mother that abandoned me and left me alone with that monster. The mother that allowed me to be beaten ever since she had left. The mother that made me believe it was my fault for why she had left.

I cried even harder.