It felt like i was walking for hours and hours until i finaly got to a road. I sat down and waited fro the next car to come. But it never did. I was in a place where,
"No one could hear me scream, no one could hear me cry, no one could hear me DIE." His words still jumbled around in my head. Was he really going to kill me or was it just some trick to scare me. He had always beaten me but it never whent to that point where he had gotten so angry he was going to kill me, until 2 days ago.
I was upstairs in my room, oh my room i missed it so much. It was light blue with a small, very small tv in the corner and my bed, my bed was so soft. My dad had come into my room and heard me playing my guitar, the one my mother had gotten me when i was just a baby, she knew i loved music and she wanted me to follow through with my dream even though i was only three, she knew i had great potential. He heard me playing a song that my mother had taught me.
He screamed, "HOW DARE YOU REMIND ME OF YOUR MOTHER."
He took the guitar out of my hands and smashed it on the ground. He threw his hand high in the air and it came thrashing back down at me with such great force i fell off the bed. I started crying, scratch that sobbing. He left the room and I started picking up the broken pieces of the only thing that reminded me of my mother.
I got up from the ground and got back onto my bed. He came thrashing in with his suitcase in his hand. He picked me up by my hair. I started crying again.
He dragged me outside of the house, no one lived around us the nearest house was a half a mile away. I started screaming, No one could hear me. He put me into his car, it was a ferari.
The seat was still covered in blood from our last visit. I was still crying. My head hit the other end of the car. I screamed
"I'm sorry, please don't do this, im sorry." but he never answered.
He grabbed a belt from the passengers seat and started hitting me, I blacked out after that and ended up in that house.
I looked out into the distance and noticed a car was coming down the road. I thought that maybe I was saved maybe I had found a way to get away from everything and my father. Maybe there was hope.
I looks harder and I noticed it was a truck more like a tour bus.
It came closer and I noticed it had some band on the side if it. They were all very attractive, especially the blonde one. Out of every one on the side of the bus he was different. He looked like he was from a different country. And his teeth were crooked.
They came closer and the bus came to a stop right next to me. And out came 5 boys the same ones as on the side of the bus.
They looked at me like I was something they had never seen before and asked me, "who are you and why are you out here all alone?"
The one with the curly hair asked me.
All I could think about was the fact that I WAS FOUND...
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