I try to run to my door to get it open and run for help, but I hear the outside of my door lock. I pound on it as hard as I can and scream. I stop for just one moment and listen. "So that will be fifteen dollars ma'am!" I hear someone's voice. I bang on the door again and scream, "PLEASE!!! SOMEONE HELP ME PLEASE!!!"
I hear the front door close and run to my window. I can only open it just a crack and start yelling,"Hey!!! HELLO?!?!" The man who is walking away from the house turns and looks around."HEY UP HERE!!" He notices me! "Call the police!! Get someone anyone HELP ME!!" He stumbles and starts running down the street. I can't tell if he will help me or is just running from fear. I hear Stacy unlock the door. She slams it open. "I don't know what kind of game you are playing!" She through a me against the floor. "But this kinda stuff will get you in serious trouble! Do you understand!" I nod my head to afraid to say anything else. "Good!" She leaves and slams the door behind her. I look out my window and feel the gentle breeze on my face. I close my eyes and fall asleep. One day someone will come for me. I will get out.... One day.I wake up to the sound of police sirens. I look out my window and see Stacey being held with her arms behind her back by an officer. She glances up at my window and looks me dead in the eyes. I sit down under the window and curl up in a ball. I hear heavy foot steps on the stairs then a loud voice calling, "Is anyone in here?" I sit in my ball and don't make a sound. " No body is here... Let's check down stairs."
When I hear him walk away I yell,"Wait! Help me please!" The man runs back to my locked door.
"Are you okay?" He asks.
" Just help!!" I scream at him.
"Make sure you are out of the way!" I cover my head and hear a loud bang. I look up and at the officer. "Are you alright?" He takes my hand and leads me out and by Stacey who is getting stuffed in a police car.
The officer sits me down on a stretcher and looks at my eyes. "What's your name?" He asks me. I just stare at him. Never in my life have I ever meet someone who cared to know what my name is.
"Beth..." I say staring at him.
He smiles and says, "Well Beth. My name is Will." He just looks at me for a while. His green eyes meet my hazel eyes for just a moment and then he walks away. I watch him walk over to the police car that has Stacey in it.
I'm out... I'm free! No more beatings no more hurt and fear! This is the beginning of my life! The life I was ment to live!
The cop cars all drive away and Will and some other people help me into the ambulance. I look up at the lights in the car. I can feel the road running under me. This is going to be my new beginning.
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Why Me
Teen FictionBeth is a 16 year old girl who has been abused by her foster mother for her whole life. She has scares, bumbs, and bruises that with mark her for her whole life.