Broken Silence

Chapter 4: Close encounter

I walked back to the place where I 'slept'... the place I was obligated to call home. I walked in. They were watching TV; the people who I could not stand above all. I went directly upstairs and I put my book bag on the floor of my room. I let myself fall on the bed, took out my drawing notebook and just began to think.

After half an hour, I should have been thinking about the Art project ... but, I was not. How strange! I was really thinking of how the Parenthood project might make me noticeable ... that was not acceptable. I did not want that. I may have to find a way to tell Mr. Edwards about that. If only he'd keep his distance. The door opened.

"Hello." I sat up. The True Devil was standing there. "How was school?" He asked walking into my room. I raised my head and glared at him. "Now, now, don't glare at your dear old dad. I just came to tell you that your mom and your sister went shopping." He smiled a perfect white smile. I stood up. And I pointed to the door while still holding my notebook. He looked at the door and smirked. "What, you want me to close it?"

Oh no, he had misunderstood. He closed the door and walked slowly to me. He was not smiling anymore; he was giving me a creepy look. It was not a smirk, it was much darker, and I was actually scared of it. He hadn't misunderstood, he was planning.

"You've blossomed into a beautiful young lady, Noelle. You're all grown up." He said. He was still walking towards me. I gave my notebook a squeeze.

This man wasn't going to try to ... do anything to me. Was he? I looked at my window. There was a wood panel on the side of my window. If I could somehow get him to look another way; he stood in front of me. He looked me up and down, breathing heavily as he did. He put his hand on my shoulder and lightly squeezed.

"I have felt much ignored; especially from your part, my little Noelle. Could you maybe show Daddy that you love him? I have a very special way that you could show him." He said. His finger was making small circles on the base of my neck.

I stared at him. Did he really think I was that stupid? Then I realized something, I couldn't move. I was scared of the look he was giving me. It reminded me of Him, the killer. The mad look he had on his face was making me suffocate. I began to hyperventilate. My mind was working so fast it made me dizzy. I stepped back, stumbled with the carpet, and fell on my butt. I looked up to see him smirk evilly. He leaned forward and began to kneel down.

He touched my knee. He then, proceeded down to my thigh. Was it me or was his groin area getting bigger? He licked his lower lip. I felt disgusted, I was on the verge of vomiting and I knew what he wanted and I was not going to give it to him. His eyes roamed my body to my eyes and then ...

My body acted on impulse. My leg flew up and it him right on the crotch. He sucked in a sharp inhale and began to turn red. He fell forward grabbing his male reproductive organ and groaned in pain. I stood up; he grabbed my leg. I kicked his hands; he tightened his grip but then groaned harder and put his hand back on his "family jewels". I climbed out of the window on to the wood panel. I climbed down as fast as possible and then I ran away from the house. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me. I fell on a tree and began to vomit my guts out. The acid burned my throat and my breath was shaky. The putrid smell of bile filled my nose and left a horrible taste in my mouth. I quickly shut my eyes and covered my nose so I wouldn't vomit again.

Why? Why could I have not gotten the life I always wanted?

Everything always went wrong!

I felt the tears sting my eyes; I sucked in a breath and held the tears in. I took out the napkin with the bits of apple from my pocket and wiped my mouth after spitting a couple of times to get rid of the taste. I had to look for a place to stay for tonight, if I remembered correctly that animal was going to leave town tomorrow morning. I don't have enough money to stay at a motel. What was I to do? I had 20 dollars in my pocket, my drawing notebook and the clothes on my back. And I couldn't return to the place I slept. Maybe I could sleep in the park tonight. It was too dangerous, but it was the only place I could stay.