I'll admit, I shouldn't of had ran back home. I should've ran to the road for someone to find me as I went by. But then they would ask me what had happened to me. I wouldn't even know what to say though. Just that I caused my self to almost get killed by my fathers dogs. But I ran back to the house and didn't stop... Unless falling counts as stopping. I ran into the bathroom and locked the door. I put my stool down I front of the sink so I could see myself in the mirror. My hair was all ratted. Claw marks pierced my skin and blood was like my skin. My clothes were torn. I hurt every were. My dad still wasn't back, so I decided to try something. I knew If I was caught, I would be right back where I had been. I limped to the living room and grabbed the phone and went back to the bathroom. I dialed 911. The operator answered, "911 what is your emergency?"
I told her about my father. I told her about the dogs and the fights.
"How old are you?"
"7"
She asked my location. And after I told her she told me to stay calm and that someone would be there soon.
I sat in the bathroom and tried to be as quiet as possible. I made sure the door was locked and started putting things in front of the door. Shampoo, conditioner, tp, the small cupboard full of band aids and normal things you would find in a bathroom. I decided to clean some of the blood of my skin with a wet rag. After I got the rag wet, I heard the house door open and loud clomping feet on the wood floor.
"Where are you?!" My dad yelled.
I stayed quiet on the bathroom and kept putting things I front of the door and turned off the lights.
I quietly bawled. I threw things like towels in front of the door. I then sat in the bath in the corner and rocked myself.
My dad yelled through the house, and every stomp made my heart skip a beat.
"Where are you!!"
"Get out here!"
"You were supposed to NOT fight back!"
"You are in so much trouble!"
This went on for what seemed like forever until I finally heard police sirens. My dad heard it to. He really flipped then.
"YOU CALLED THE COPS!?"
"YOUR REALLY GONNA GET IT NOW!"
That's when the house door broke open. I heard someone yell,
"Police! Put your hands in the air!"
My dad banged on the bathroom door.
"GET OUT HERE!" He screamed.
"Stop what your doing and put you hands in the air!" The police man said.
My dad must've obeyed because the banging stopped and I heard clicking of handcuffs.
Then a girl said, "Is someone in here? Your father is gone now."
I opened the door and when she saw me her jaw dropped to the floor and she nearly teared up. I held my favorite stuffed animal, a wolf, in my hand and looked up at her. She took my hand and said, " It's ok, your father is going to prison and you'll be safe, you'll be taken to a new family that will take care of you. Let's get you cleaned up."
As we walked to the ambulance, I looked over at the cop car and saw my dad In the backseat. Reporters were pulling in now, one jumped out of the car and called me, when I looked over, he snapped a picture of me and ran over.
"Is she ok?" He asked the officer.
She shrugged. "We don't know, we're taking her to the hospital now." She said and lifted me up into the back of an ambulance.
