Fragments

Chapter 1

I came home later than I was supposed to. My teacher decided to hold me back after class, congratulating me on how I'm doing in his lessons at the moment.
I don't think I had ran that fast before, adrenaline was pumping through my veins trying to make sure I get home on time.
4.06 I opened the door to the house. 4.00 was when I was meant to be home.
My hair was pulled, I was thrown into the wall, continuous punches to my stomach and chest, I slowly drop to the floor. The wall being a barrier between me and my safety.
He doesn't stop.
I beg
I scream
I cry
But he doesn't stop
Punch after punch
Kick after kick
Slap after slap

He stops and I let out a sigh of pure relief

'I'm not done with you yet.'
His voice echo's from above

I feel the unbuckling of his belt. Only 2 things occur from here on out and I just hope, dream, prey that he goes for the first option.

Quiet surrounds me.
Until I hear and feel the leather crack against my back
Again
Again
Again
Again
It never ends.
I'm so unbelievably grateful it's this. But I'm struggling to keep my eyes open.
I can smell the metallic blood in the air, the alcohol from John, and the drugs that sit on the table of the living room.

He stops and I think it's over. It has to be

Be flips me over so I'm facing him

'Get out of my sight your worthless whore'

With everything i have a hoist myself up. He laughs at my struggles.
I slowly but surely make my way down to my basement held room and lay down on the sad excuse of a mattress I have. I'm still grateful for it though. Some kids don't get this luxury
Even though I let my eyes shut after that. No longer being able to keep them open through the pain.

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I open my eyes, the familiar smell of damp walls and rotting floors surrounds me as I try to come back to my senses. I don't know how long I've been out for, it could be minutes hours or days at this point.
I look at the time 12.34 am.
October 12th
2 days after the beating.
After a couple minutes I decided to get myself up, I use the wall as a support and once I'm standing I take a breath and start walking towards the living room.
Empty.
I walk through into the kitchen, stopping behind every corner just incase he is in there but once again:
Empty

I'm assuming that he's out, drinking, smoking, doing whatever at this point.

I use this to my advantage, I grab a glass of water, and down it as quick as possible. I decide to go back my 'room' I grab a book and start to read: getting rid of this eerie feeling that surrounds me

But I can't get this distant voice out of my head simply telling me to run, leave get out of there.
So that's what I did.
I grabbed the first bag I could find, put as much clothes, food, water as I could into it (not forgetting my books of course)

I find the spare pair of keys to the door in their usual place of under the play pot above the stove and I left

I ran.

Hopefully to never return

A/N

I hope you liked the first chapter
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