The Past Always Comes Back

Chapter 3: New Home old Memories

FLASHBACK
I have to walk home in the pouring rain because my excuse of a dad was too drunk to come get me, bastard...it's freezing and I'm going to end up sick and he doesn't even care because he's too busy drinking and banging whores...I finally make it home and open the garage door so I can go in that way instead of the front door which was probably locked and I never got a key so I couldn't open it. I take of my jacket, shoes, socks, and my beanie then go to the laundry room to put everything but the shoes in the dryer, I put those over a vent. Then I tried to quietly pass my dads room so he wouldn't beat the shit out of me for interrupting him so I could get to my room which was in the basement. It was going so well until he opened his door, that I was right in front of, with an empty bottle in his hand. He's obviously drunk and angry so I know what happens next.
"Why are your fucking clothes wet you bitch you are tracking water through the house" he spoke angrily
"I didn't mean to but I had nobody to get me from school" I spoke scared to death
"You could have called me" he almost yelled
"I did but you said you had better things to do!" I yelled at him making him furious
"Don't talk back to me you FUCKING SLUT!" He screamed and threw the bottle at me, I ducked but that only made him more angry so he charged at me, grabbed with a knife he got from who knows where and put one hand around my neck so I couldn't breathe and put the knife gently to my stomach and started moving it around, not slicing the skin yet...he stopped when he heard someone screaming
"TAKE YOUR HANDS OF MY DAUGHTER YOU ASSHOLE" I heard mum say. Thank god she got home from work just in time, this is why I love her...I also feel bad because dad doesn't do this to me as often as he does to her...he eventually lets go but whispers something horrifying to me "we will finish this later" he says with a menacing grin that makes me want to punch him in the throat....
END OF FLASHBACK
I sit up in bed tears streaming down my face and sweat covering my body. My throat hurts and I'm nauseous as well. Marie comes running into the room with panic spread across her face
"What happened I heard screaming and crying?" She asked
"I just had a bad dream that's all"
"Was he in it?" She asked referring to my dad
"yeah" I said and she hugged me.she knew that he was horrible but I never told her about what exactly he did. I never told anyone, not even my therapists because he said if I told anyone he will find me and torture me and the people I'm closest to.
"It'll be okay" she reassured me and with that I fell back asleep

•MORNING•
Today is the day I am going to apply for the part time shift at the local coffee shop. I'm not too excited and honestly I would rather just stay home and make YouTube videos all day and never leave my room but I love the smell of coffee and making extra money, and besides mum sent me here to get out of my room...OH MY GOD MUM, I forgot to call her. I pick up my phone and see I have 24 missed calls from her so I call her back quickly she answers after the second ring
S:you       M:mum
S: hi mum sorry I didn't call I got a little-

M: Why the hell didn't you call me are you alright!!!!!

S: yes mum I'm fine I didn't call because I was really busy and my phone died

M: ok but please don't let that happen again I thought that he got you

S: who?

M: your father

S: why would you be worried about him he's in prison remember?

M: um well not exactly... Your dad escaped a few days ago which is the real reason why I shipped you across an ocean...

S: wait but wasn't he in some sort of high security prison?

M: yes but he is clever and got out, but it's ok because he's in California, I'm in Indiana, and you are in Spain...most likely they will find him before he even gets to the next state

S: hey I've got to go get a job love you bye

And with that I hung up with tears in my eyes and a lump in my throat with the words repeating in my mind "your father" I hated to think of him as my father after what he did...after the pain he put mum and I through...