Finding Destiny

Chapter 3

I am staring at the white floor tiles as I notice a knife coated in smears of blood, laying about two feet away from the man. Reality heavily washes over me, more powerful than any ocean wave could. My eyes grow wide with complete and utter shock, tears spilling out of them faster with each ticking second. This man is not my father, this man is nothing more than a sick, disgusting animal.

The spot where all the blood was coming from is revealed to me. There is a large gash that spreads from beside my mothers belly button almost to her right hip. It is deeper than any wound should be, and I feel a sudden rush of chills creep up and down my spine.

"Oh my god.. Mom? Can you hear me? MOM!? Please.. Please just wake up." I shake her limp body, crying uncontrollably. Checking her pulse with my two fingers pressed to her neck I make sure she's still alive, and thank god her heart is beating. Her heartbeat has slowed down though, and she has passed out unconscious as blood continues slowly spilling out of the wound.

I debate on calling to Noah to help me figure out what to do, but pass on that decision for the time being. Nobody else needs to be hurt.

"Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck what do I do what the hell do I do"

"I need to call an ambulance". I kept repeating the words under my ragged and unsteady breathing.

"I NEED to call and ambulance" I run over to the counter as I grab the home phone, feeling my father's glaring eyes watching my every step. I don't care about the man who might kill me if I so much as blink. I am getting my mother out of here alive, even if it ends up costing my own life. My fingers shakily move to press down on the numbers 9-11, and I am about to hit the last number when instead I am shoved to the ground by my dads heavy hands.

"Ooh no you don't. N-obody ain't goin nowhere 'til I'm done with this, you included" He growls. I can almost see the steam coming out of his ears. I take a deep breath to calm my fast heartbeat as it increases with each shallow breath I take. As I continue to breathe deeply, I inhale the stench of strong liquor from the man's close proximity to my face. It snaps me back into reality as I regain focus on what I was doing only seconds before.

"If you really think you're getting away with this, you're NOT. You've done enough to me and my family. First you.. You do this to my mother, then you hit me? Who the fuck do you think you are?!" A sudden boldness erupts out of me, having me feeling stronger and braver than ever as I curse at the disgusting man who is shuffling his feet, gripping onto the table of our kitchen for balance. I'm shocked that he can still hold himself up based on the amount of alcohol coming off of his breath.

"Yu bettr be wwatchin yur mouth, child." He taunts, slowly walking over to me as he stumbles along to find his balance again. The closer he gets to me, the further I back away. My cell phone is on the opposite side of where I am, on the kitchen counter, beside the fridge. If I can back up far enough I can hit the emergency button and it'll dial 9-1-1. Each time I inch away from the man who is approaching me, the closer I am to reaching my phone. If I grab my phone I can get my family out safely, away from my father where he can't touch us.

I'm trying to reach for my cell phone without him catching my actions, slightly moving my arm backwards. My fingers stretch out as they glide along the smooth countertop. YES! I've got it. I have my phone in between my middle and pointer finger, but it slips out and loudly crashes to the kitchen tiles before I can properly grasp onto it.

"Fuck!" I curse under my breath. I was so damn close...

"I kno what you're tryin ta do." He says, his deeply husky voice scaring me just that much more. Well, there goes the moment of confidence I had. The intoxicated man stares through my fearful eyes and into my soul, hitting a weak nerve as I explode in trembling fear.

"I SAID, you're not goin anywhere until I'm DONE here!" He raises his voice for what seems to be the tenth time tonight. My father continues to move closer to me, now gaining faster pace. His sickening alcohol coated breath burns my nose as I continue to breathe deeply so I don't end up passing out from an anxiety attack.

If I bend to the floor slowly enough maybe he won't notice what I'm doing. Cautiously I lower down in an attempt to snatch my phone, but he lurches forward on top of me, bringing me to the ground with a painful thud. Squirming, kicking and yelling I try to get off of the floor and out of his tight grasp. I need to get my mom to the hospital, before she runs out of blood... I need to-- I open my eyes from having them squeezed shut to see my dad reaching for the knife which he had previously used to stab my mother.