Academy Everlasting

Chapter 8: My Great Escape

Chapter 8: My Great Escape

Three days.

That is how long I have been locked in my room with no food or water. It is now Friday. Once per day my step mother unlocks my door and allows me to go use the bathroom.

While washing my hands, I sneak as much water as I can without making her suspicious. It isn't much, a couple quick gulps, but it has helped keep me alive.

My entire body hurts and I can barely walk. My step mother really did a lot of damage this time. I have deep purple bruises all over my body, and it hurts to breathe. I am pretty sure my wrist and a few ribs are broken or fractured. I worry about internal bleeding, because my side is swollen and there has been blood when I use the bathroom. Each time I close my eyes, I worry that I won't wake up. I need a doctor, but I know there is no way she'll take me and I can't go to a doc-

I stop my train of thought as images of flirty Dr. Green fill my head. He was so kind, so gently, maybe he would still help me, even after I ran from them and their idea of shipping me off. Something about him makes me think that he'd take care of me no matter what I had done, but the thought of trying to get escape and get to him makes me cringe in pain.

Deciding to rest and think about it later, I painfully lower myself down to the bed. If I do this, if I escape I think I should take my chances at the school they suggested. It's got to be safer than here and I honestly don't know how much longer I will survive here with my crazy family.

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Four days.

It is now Saturday. I can barely breathe. I know this can't be a good thing. I'm not wheezing, but every breath I take sends pain from my head all the way to my toes and it's getting worse each day.

I am not so sure I can deal with this for another three days. That is if I am allowed out after the week. I was told during my bathroom break today, that if my step mother thinks I have yet to "learn my lesson", I will be here for longer! I really think she's trying to kill me.

She has never gone this far with my punishments before. I wonder what changed? And where is my father at? I haven't seen or heard him at all the last four days. Not that it would matter if he was home, he stopped interfering with her punishments years ago.

Listening closely at the door, I hear my step mom yell out for Marie to hurry up, that they've got to go before the sale is over. A thundering sound of feet is Marie running down the stairs. I give it another ten minutes to see if they come back for something they forgot and slowly start to move.

Softly moaning at every movement, I step away from the door, pushing the pain to the back of my mind. All that matters at the moment is getting out of this house. I will go to Nathan's house and beg them to send me to that boarding school. I have about 24 hours before my step mother comes to let me out for my bathroom break tomorrow and I hope to be long gone by the time she discovers me missing.

Thankful that the one thing she never did was install locks on my windows. I am on the second story, so I don't think she believed I could get out from so high up or that I'd ever have the guts to try.

In our old house, I probably wouldn't have, as it was a straight drop to the hard concrete. But here, my room is just above the front porch over-hang. I can step out on it and then slide down to the edge of the roof and drop down the short distance to the ground. It is going to hurt like heck in my current state, but I think it is worth the risk at this point. Anything is better than staying here and slowly dying.