Ella

Escape

    It's been 1 week. 1 more. Just one. Everything's been going right. I've been saving food. I've been working more shifts, trying to save money. Payday is on Friday, which means after I get the money in my account, I'm going to cash it in. If I don't, I'm not going to have the money. I don't know how I'm going to take the car without them noticing, for at least half a week. If they notice before then, I'm not going to have enough time to get away. If they catch me, they are never going to let me leave again.

    All I have to do is wait and bide my time. I have gone 1 week without getting beaten, but I'm not sure how much longer that's going to last. I've mostly been avoiding Jonas. I haven't seen my dad all week. Maybe he's been at work. Maybe he's been home, and I just have not seen him, or maybe he's sleeping around. But let's be real. I don't think he's sleeping around. He may be ignorant and stupid, but I don't think he's a cheat. Mom has been moping around, which just makes me think that Dad hasn't been home. I've stayed locked in my room except for work.

    Everything's going to work out. I know it is.

    Everything is not ok! My car broke. It's going to take 3 days to get it to the car shop, and then I have no idea how long it's going to take to fix it. I'm so nervous. What if it doesn't get started? What if I can't get it fixed in time? I know it seems weird that I have to leave right there at that exact time, but it's when everyone's home, so no one would make a deal out of me having the car.

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    It's the day! I'm so scared they are going to notice. They are going to hear me loading the car. I don't even know exactly where I'm going. What if they report me missing and then they find me? It would have all been for nothing. Absolutely nothing. If this doesn't work, I'm going to starve myself. I can't live like this anymore. My phone says 4 a.m. I have 30 minutes to pack everything else and get out. I need to get my charger, toothbrush, toothpaste, and every other little thing. I should be getting a call any minute about if my car is good. I sure hope it is. I will cry if it's not. 

    My phone rang out. It was the shop. They said everything was good and that it was just that the oil had burned up. I was lucky I got it in when I did, or my car would have broken for good. I quickly wrote a note saying where I was going.

    I'm going to get the car. I'll be home in 20 minutes. - Estella

    I walked out to the shop. I had to pay 125 for towing. I was debating between just leaving now or going home and getting all of my possessions. I chose the latter. I made sure to fill up with gas as I left the shop. I thought ten minutes wouldn't make that big of a difference. I made it home. I ran to my room to quickly grab all of my things.

    CRASHHH!!!!!

    It came from the kitchen. But who is it? I thought I had it perfectly planned out. What is going on? WAIT! Jonas! He was out late drunk last night. Crap. Crap. Crap. Maybe I could wait until he leaves? No, that won't work. He is going to stay for at least another two days. I need to leave right now. I just have to get my toothbrush, hair brush, and my charger.

    I left my room and silently walked down the stairs. He is sitting at the kitchen counter reading my note from earlier. I need to get through the living room and wait. I could tell him I'm going to the store to pick up some bread and eggs. That's plausible, right? Yeah. That's what I'm going to do.

    I walk up to him, hiding my belongings behind my back. "Jonas, I'm going to the store. Is there anything you need. I'm picking up some bread and eggs." I really hope that was believable. A look crosses his face. He was mad! How could he have not believed me? What did I do wrong?

    He rises from his chair. I looked into his eyes. They were bloodshot. He was high. That's not good. I turned to run, but he grabbed my wrist. "Where do you think you are going?" My blood ran cold. He started undoing his belt. I tried desperately to get out of his grasp, but all my wriggling just made him even madder. "You aren't going anywhere!" He yelled. My mother awoke from the sound and started trudging down the stairs. He was finally doing it. He had never whipped me before, but it was finally happening. He forced me onto the ground.

    CRACK...
    CRACK...
    CRACK...

    This happened until there was blood on the belt. It felt numb. I couldn't move. I tried to stand, but I collapsed. Jonas then proceeded to start kicking me. It was bad enough not even being able to move. But he then had to start kicking me. One blow to my stomach. The next to my shins. The very next one was to my shoulder. They kept coming. I was bruised and bloodied. He picked me up, his hand wrapped around my neck. I couldn't breathe. He sqeezed harder and harder until I almost passed out. I could feel the bruises on my neck forming. He said the scariest thing he's ever said to me. "I may have been lying before, but I'm serious now. I am going to kill you."

    With that, he punched my face twice and let go. I fell again and this time I couldn't move at all.

    I blacked out.

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