run away / Ashton Irwin ( English )

13.

9 July, wednesday. Noon, 12:00.

Today is the day after they left and fortunate, Michael hasn't done anything to me yet. From yesterday, after they left, to now, I sit in the corner of my bed, thinking. Thinking if I would get out of here, thinking if I would see my mom again someday. I haven't thought about it yet because of the stress and fear. But my mom is coming home and she will notice that I'm not at home and she would wait untill I would come, but then she will come to the conclusion that I'm gone and that maybe I'll never come back again. She will call the police and they will find me, I hope. There isn't a lot of hope anymore, the grey walls bring me in a depressif state and make me go all crazy. I really, really can't stay here, I need to get away.

My thoughts are becoming less crazy because of my stomach is starting to growl. I haven't eaten or drank these couple days and I feel weak. Is Michael even thinking about giving me food or is he more thinking to let me starve and die in this room. But Ashton said they still need me alive, but it's Michael I'm talking about. That dude wouldn't listen to other people and would just do his own thing.

If you talk about the devil, Michael walks calmly and normal into the room with a plate in his hands. With his foot, he closes the door behind him.

'I tried to cook, but that didn't end well.' Michael says and gives me the plate and a fork. 'So I just made a pizza. I hope you like that.' He adds. Why is he so normal, why doesn't he have a threatening voice or look?

'Thanks.' I say calmly, I still need to watch out for him. Who knows he'll yell at me again. I put the plate on my lap and start to eat, while I eat, I keep looking at Michael to see how he watches me eating. Creep.

'You know what? All that "being sweet" isn't for me.' Michael says and throws the plate away from my lap. The plate flies against the wall and a shrill sound fills the entire room. Michael crawls on the bed and towards me. My heart beats fast. What do I do? What do I do!?

'Even though I have a lot of hate for you.' Michael laughs and indicate with his hands how much he hates me, an elephant could fit between his hands.

'I have a lot of hate for you too!' I say angrily and my heart begins to beat faster after I noticed what I just said.

'I wasn't finished!' He growls. 'Even though I have a lot, but a lot of hate for you, I think you're a pretty beautiful girl.' He laughs evilly and comes closer to me. He comes so close that our nose touch.

'And I've waited for this for a long time.' He says with a low voice. Michael lays his hand on my cheek and starts to aggressively kiss me. I slap him and kick him and move wildly, but that doesn't really help. Michael pushes me on my back and crawls over me, hands next to my head and knees next to my hips. Here I take the chance to kick him in his dick. Michael pulls back after I kicked him and starts to groan and swearing. Meanwhile I push him off of me and run to the door, that he forgot to lock. Stupid.

'Filthy bitch!' Michael yells, while I run out of te room and slam it shut behind me. Behind the door, I still hear Michael yelling my name. The first thing I see is a couch, a table, a chair. Bingo. I take the chair and put it under the door handle.

I look around again, but now I look at the doors. I run to the door that I think would be the front door, but the sound of a falling chair stops my heart for a second. I turn around and see Michael running towards me. I quickly turn around again and I just wanted to open the door when Michael picks me up from behind and brings me to who knows where.

Because I move so hard, Michael puts me back down. But when my feet touch the ground again, I get pushed against the wall. He has my arms in his hands and pushed against the walk above my head, his whole body is on mine.

'It's a pretty fun game you're playing at.' He laughs and I can feel his warm breath on my face. Disgusting. His lips touch my neck and I do the first thing I think about to defend myself; stamping his feet. But that doesnnt really work. He just laughs and his lips crash on mine. He pushes his tongue in my mouth and I bite as hard as possible on his tongue, that worked. He screeches and pulls back, his hands go up to his now bleeding mouth.

'Fucking...' He mutters and I run to the door again. And again, no succes; I trip over a fallen over chair and now lie now on the ground. Just when I wanted to stand up, I get dragged backwards by my feet by Michael. I scream and protest, my hands who drag on the floor, make a peeping, unbearable sound.

'You are going nowhere.' He laughs. How can he laugh!? I almost bit off his tongue! He stops and bows over me again.

'Now I got you.' He grins and sits on me and grabs my hands. He is on edge to connect our lips again, but a sound stopped him.

It's a sound of a door that opens.

When I look up, I see Ashton with a not so happy face and his hand that grabs the door handle forcefully, so forcefully that his hand shakes. Then Michael mutters something.

'Shit.'