Fucked up world

7) Leaving

It was eleven and my suitcase was packed. I had managed to hide it behind the bin down the alley. I sent Oli a text about it, then started packing my backpack, putting in all my other small things.

I threw my bag onto the fire escape. I threw one leg out and was about to jump when I was pulled back by my hair. I screamed as mum slammed the window shut.

"Let go!" I screamed, trying to fight father off. He continued to drag me by my hair to the spare room.

"I knew we shouldn't have trusted Oli! He's nothing but trouble!" My father said, throwing me to the floor. Tears started streaming down my face as he began to kick me.

"Please! Oli was trying to help!" I screamed.

"Help who? He was taking our daughter away!" He screamed.

"I was never your daughter! You stole me! I was adopted but not by you! He was taking me back to my family!" I screamed back.

"You should be thankful! Your family didn't want you! You were a fucked up freak that they didn't want! Ungrateful bitch!" He screamed, pulling his belt off. I inched backwards but he just advanced forward.

My back hit the metal pipe just as dad raised his arm. I screamed as the belt hit my arm. He repetitively hit me anywhere he could get, he even hit my face twice. Mum came back in with duct tape. Dad grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and threw me against the metal pole. I squeaked in pain as mum tied my hands to the pipe and father tied my feet together.

"Please don't do this!" I cried, earning me a slap from my father.

"You deserve everything you get you little bitch." He spat, putting tape over my mouth before shutting and locking the door behind him. I looked up at the clock on the wall to see it was now midnight, Oli should be waiting for me.

"What are you doing?" I heard Oli shout. My eyes widened.

"You leave our daughter alone, you hear me? You've got the wrong girl." Father growled.

"She's not and you know it! She knows it!" Oli shouted back. I tried to move my hands but they were stuck good.

I heard a shout and then nothing. Did they hurt Oli? A car door slammed, then a car sped off. No, no, no, no!

I kept struggling but I couldn't do anything, which made me just want to punch something.

A creak in the hall made me look up and towards the door, my parents must have come back. I tried to steady my breathing as the lock clicked and the door gently swung open, revealing a slightly bloody faced Oli. His eyes widened when he saw me and he rushed to my aid, pulling the tape off of my mouth.

"Oli? What happened? Where's my parents?" I asked quickly as he helped release me.

"Well, let's just say that man has quite the fucking punch. But they drove off, I thought they'd made you get in their car somehow. Your so called father whispered in my ear when I was on the ground saying not to bother coming to find you." He told me. Once I was free of tape I hugged him tightly.

"Thank you so much." I whispered. He hugged me back.

"Anytime, now come on." He whispered back, helping me up. With Oli's help we made it down the fire escape and to his car, grabbing my abandoned bag on the way.

"Did you get my suitcase?" I asked him as he began to drive off. He nodded.

"I think it's best we leave tomorrow, I've checked the flight and told the guys, they know what's going on." Oli told me. I nodded, staring out the window as the dark town blurred past the window.