Chapter 2: the call

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The sun finally starts rising after a long night in this park. I only fell asleep for about thirty minutes, I wasn't planning on sleeping in a park alone at night but I couldn't keep my eyes open for much longer so the thirty minutes did help me a bit.

I'm trying to think how I go back to the house without getting killed. I could just not ever go back again, but I left my money there and some other important stuff, so that's not the best idea if I wanted to survive out here in the unknown. My best option is to go back now in the day while Maria and Jack are at work. They are at work from seven in the morning and come home at about six o'clock in the evening. If I go in a few hours they won't be there and then I can just leave again before they get back and then come back when they have gone to sleep.

I wait a few hours until its nine o'clock and I head back to Jacks house, I don't like calling it home because it's anything but that. I walk back and pass a few people on the way one of which I recognized but I don't know where from. I ignore and keep going in the direction of where I live.

I finally make it home after a long walk and go up to the front door and take the extra house key out of my pocket that I stole a few months ago. When I open the door I immediately regret it, but it's to late to turn around and go back the way I came from because I am spotted by my beloved foster mother, Maria.

She looks me dead in the eye as I freeze and hope that Jack isn't home because it will make this situation ten times worse. I flinch when she starts shouting at me.

''where have you been, bitch!'' she screeches ''we have been worried sick about you!''

Liar. They never care about me as if they were worried, or they were worried I went to tell on them. But in reality I would never do that because of the threats they have told me would happen to me if I was ever to tell a single soul about what goes on in this house, or more what they do to me in this house.

She comes closer to me and before I can dodge it she slaps me, her face visible with rage.

''Answer me when I ask you a question, stupid girl!'' she shouts at me as the wind slams the front door shut.

''Sorry, I was out'' I say which was stupid of course I was out that wasn't a reason and hear comes a another slap. I get ready for the impact as her hand comes flying towards my face.

''Go to your room! Jack will sort you out later when he gets back!''

She says and I immediately do as she says running up to my room and closing the door behind me. She said Jack will sort me out later which is what always happens. Jack is the one to punish me because apparently poor old bitchy Maria cant do it, she gets too tired she says. But really she just is a weak old bag that cant throw a punch to save her life.

I start crying and getting really anxious as I count the hours that go past until Jack gets home. I have thought about running away but that will only resort in me actually getting killed. I then hear Jack's footsteps coming up the old staircase as he makes his way to my room.

I have learnt it's best not to hide when he comes because he gets even more mad, so I stay sitting on my bed my entire body shaking. I have a feeling today will be extra bad.

My bedroom door is then flung open and Jack storms into the room and comes up to me yanking me of off my bed so I am standing toe to toe with him. His hard glare is sending daggers as me.

''you have once again missed behaved'' he says calmly, far to calmly for my liking.

The next thing I know he has got both his hands wrapped around my neck, successfully blocking my air ways. I start squeezing his wrists to try and pry his filthy hands of off me but his grip is to strong so it doesn't help. He has never done this before so I am panicking even more.

''you are a such an unworthy child'' he grits out through his teeth. Now I know he is mad more than mad and I think today might be the day I actually die.

He eventually lets go of my neck and he then starts punching me not stopping.

He hits my stomach then my arm then my stomach again and then he swings at my head and successfully knocks me onto the ground. I hit my head on the side of my bed while I fall down and it starts bleeding.

I cant help the sobs that escape my mouth as I raise my hand to touch where my head hurts. I hold my head with both my hands and pull my knees up to my chest as Jack starts kicking my ribs. I yelp out in pain as he takes another kick at my side hitting my ribs and I hear a crack that makes me feel like puking.

I start chocking on my sobs as I am losing more and more blood from my head. Jack starts shouting at me again which triggers a massive headache in my head and a loud screeching noise is heard in my ears. Jack shouts at me how I'm a bitch and a slut and that he wishes I was never put into his responsibility.

I hold my head tighter and try to take deep breaths when the screeching noise slowly comes to an end and then I hear my bedroom door slam shut, indicating Jack has left me.

After a while I stop crying and decide I need to get away so I grab a shirt of my mine and tie it around my head on my bleeding wound so there's pressure on the wound. I then slowly crawl around my room packing my backpack with stuff so I can leave this place. After my backpack has my most important stuff in it I climb out my window and down the tree with a lot of struggle because of the pain in my body. It takes me a long time to get down but once I am I start limping of off Jacks property, hoping it's the last time I'm ever on it.

I make it to the park I was at last night after a lot of time. It's now dark and the street lights have turned on. I sit at the same bench again and hug my knees to my chest as tears slide down my bruised cheeks.

I then think of doing the one thing I thought I would never ever do, going back to my brothers. It's probably a stupid idea they wouldn't want me back and I am now a worthless broken girl mentally and physically.

The next thing I know is I'm holding my phone in my shaking hand as my finger hovers above the call button of my oldest brothers phone number.


Such a sad chapter but hope your having a good night/day :)

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