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Suddenly, the loud snoring from the other room stopped. Ava sucked in her breath, she somehow had to get out before her dad attacked her again. She looked around in desperation, knowing she would find nothing. The only exit was a small, frosted glass widow about the size of her palm.

Slowly and carefully, she opened the door of the bathroom, with her fingers crossed that it wouldn't creak. When it didn't she peeked out.

Her dad was sitting on the edge of his bed, hungover and dizzy. Ava weighed up her chances then made a decision, she would escape through the door. On the other side of the room.

Sucking her breath in so as not to have to open the door much more, she slid out of the bathroom and crouched down in the shadows. She then crawled slowly along the base of the wall until she was behind the chair in the corner, and let out a silent sigh of relief. But, she had only made it halfway across.

A couple of metres away there was a window. Rather- a window frame. Her dad had smashed it a few years ago in a fit of anger and there was now no glass. But Ava knew from 7 years of living in the grubby flat, it was too high to jump out of. She didn't fancy a 15 floor drop to the street.

She eyed up the mattress propped up opposite her. It she could just ease it away from the wall slightly, it would leave a small tunnel for her to crawl through. She reached out and gently, slowly, carefully and silently moved it, inching it out bit by bit until after about 10 minutes she had a decent sized tunnel. Then, hoping her dad wouldn't hear, she scrambled in it and began her journey down it.

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