"Leila, get your ass down here before I drag you down here myself" my step-father hurls at me from the bottom of the staircase. The sound of his voice echoes through my head, like a lucid dream that I cannot escape. I turn off the shower and wrap my soft, plush robe around me.
"What is it?" I yell back.
"Raise your voice at me again, and you're done Leila. I'm warning you" he replies. I make my way down the stairs, wiping off the remaining droplets of steamy hot water off of my neck, leaving its tracks behind.
"Yes?" I reply, wrapped up in my robe. Standing there with his arms crossed and a half finished beer in his hand, he made his way up the stairs half way. I don't fall for his intimidation tactics anymore, I would rather just cop the hatred that seeps out of his mouth like lava.
I could smell the stale smell of old beer linger on his breath that was probably chugged down with the last five beers he had consumed earlier on in the evening.
"Cook me some fucking dinner, brat" he replied. I laughed in his face, not letting myself be fearful of what was to follow. Staring into his black, dull and lifeless looking eyes I knew that the man I once knew from long ago was to never return. It was consumed by evil.
"You know... those words worked on Mum. It put her six feet under. You yanked the little bit of life she had left in her. And now you want a replacement. Find it elsewhere, old man" I reply and turned to head back to finish my shower, when I felt a scaled hand grab my neck from the back, attempting to drag me back down the stairs.
Putting me in a choke-hold from behind, my throat began to close in on me, trying to focus on whatever air I could pack in.
"You wanna talk to your father like that? Is that how much respect you have for me? Think again, or you're out. You can end up like your brothers behind bars. Or maybe i'll just cage you up myself and punish you whenever I please. How does that sound, Lei?"
"Don't fucking call me that" I spat out, with whatever words I could find. He scoffed in my ear, with the most wickedly cunning laugh.
"Since your mum isn't here anymore, I get to fill in her spot. I'll call you Lei if I want to. And right now Lei, I'm going to need some dinner served on the table" he said, while releasing me, letting me stumble down the stairs.
"Wait till I make the championships in boxing this year, Reggie. I'll be serving you up a lot more than just dinner on the table". I reply and walk off to the kitchen.
Following after me, he locks the back door connected to the kitchen. He knows I sneak out of there. Yet, he doesn't know that I was a repeat offender of incorporating the talents of Nancy Drew as a child. A lock could never stop me. Especially when it comes to my freedom.
I put the chicken in the stove at 250 degrees, one hour ago. I knew that exactly in 4.38 minutes, the chicken would pop and I would be able to make a run. Pulling out my dark brown bobby-pin from my hair, I bent it in the according direction to the lock. It took me a few goes and a couple beatings of not knowing the exact direction of the lock, because I didn't have enough time to escape.
Reggie, smoking his cigarettes on the couch, exhaling the smoke like a lit up chimney, was too engaged in the football that was playing on the television. I looked over at the now coaled chicken, sitting in the oven waiting to set off the alarm. Three, two, one. I opened the oven door, letting the smoke gas up the kitchen, not being able to see through its opaque and grey wall.
"Leila, what the fuck?" I heard Reggie yell out, not being able to get up off of the couch from the smell of the smoke causing his lungs to erupt. I fiddled with the lock, turning the bobby pin in a north-east direction. Click. I made my run, tears running down my face and my breaths trying to catch up with beat of my heart.
I jumped the tall black fence, grazing the outer layer of my knee. I hopped onto my motorbike, riding through the neighbourhood that I officially could not call home anymore. My time in Mount Dale had finally come to its ending.
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The Mobster's Princess
FantasyA lost soul, with an abusive step-father was left roaming the street, forced to find her identity on her own. Until the towns largest gangster falls in love with the lost princess that wins his iced-cold heart over, exposing her to a life that she w...
