Chapter 2

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Last night's darkness was shattered by the sound of footsteps and laughter. David and his friends had arrived, their presence announced by the punch to my face. I woke up, disoriented and throbbing in pain. "You can't be sleeping when we're home," they sneered, as if I had broken some unwritten rule.

But I didn't know that rule. I never do. The rules keep changing, and I'm always caught off guard. The punishment is always the same, though - a barrage of blows, a flurry of kicks, and the searing pain of the belt.

My stomach aches, my head spins, and my body feels like it's been shattered into a million pieces. The pain is a living, breathing thing, pulsing through my veins like liquid fire. I can feel it in my arms, my legs, my back - every inch of me hurts.

I'm trying to fight it, but my body feels heavy, weighed down by the drugs they keep giving me. I hate the way they make me feel - tired, groggy, and disconnected from reality. Sometimes they make me wide awake, my heart racing like i ran a marathon. I never know what to expect.

The drugs, the beatings, the constant fear - it's all taking a toll on my body. I can feel myself weakening, my spirit beginning to break. But I refuse to give up. I have to keep fighting, no matter how hard it gets.

As I lie here, my head bleeding and my body throbbing in pain, I know I have to find a way out. I have to escape this nightmare, this living hell that David and his friends have created for me. I don't know how, or when, but I know I have to try.

The question is, where do I start?

I crave sleep, but the new rule echoes in my mind: if David finds me asleep, I'm dead. Yet, exhaustion overwhelms me. My head spins, the room blurs, and my eyelids grow heavy. I rest my head on my knees, a futile attempt to stay awake. With each blink, my eyelids grow heavier, until sleep claims me.

As I fall into darkness, I pray for a nightmare-free sleep, or better still, that David doesn't come home until I wake. The risk of being caught is ever-present, but my battered body and weary mind betray me, succumbing to the allure of sleep. In this fleeting moment, I'm trapped between the terror of David's wrath and the desperation for rest.

I jolted awake, drenched in sweat, my heart racing in my chest. The remnants of the nightmare still lingered, but the sound of the door creaking open sent a new wave of fear coursing through my veins. I looked up to see David standing in the doorway, a smirk twisting his face.

He strode over to me, his movements eerily calm, and picked me up like a rag doll. I felt a surge of adrenaline as he threw me onto the bed, my body bouncing off the worn mattress. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a glint of silver in his hand. My heart skipped a beat as I realized what it was - a knife.

David's face contorted in rage as he yelled, "YOU'RE A WORTHLESS BITCH, DID YOU KNOW THAT?" His fist connected with my stomach, sending a wave of pain crashing through me. I doubled over, gasping for air.

"Answer me, bitch!" he shouted, his spittle landing on my face. I tried to speak, but my voice caught in my throat. David's hands reached for my pants, and I knew what was coming. The memories of past rapes flooded my mind, and I knew I couldn't let it happen again.

With shaking hands, I reached for the knife, my fingers closing around it like a lifeline. I stabbed David in the stomach, the blade sinking into his flesh with a sickening crunch. He screamed, his eyes wide with shock and pain, as he stumbled backward, clutching his stomach.

"YOU CRAZY BITCH!" he bellowed, his face purpling with rage. He stumbled toward the stairs, leaving a trail of blood in his wake. For a moment, I thought he'd turn around and come back for me, but he didn't. He slammed the door shut behind him, and I was left alone in the darkness.

But something was different this time. David hadn't locked the door. A spark of hope ignited within me, and I knew I had to act fast. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart, and slowly got off the bed. 

But before I could make a step I got lightheaded and everything went black..

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