Taken

Chapter 1

"MARTIE!" My father is yelling at me from the living room. Oh great, he's drunk again. Everything I know about life tells me not to go down the stairs and risk being in his presence, so I stand from my place in bed and walk over to my door. I lock the handle and pull my desk chair over to block access.

"MARTIE, GET YOUR ASS IN HERE NOW!" Whew. Daddy needs some time in the naughty chair. I grab a jacket, the last $20 I have, and a pre-packed bag and head towards my balcony. I really hope it doesn't come to this again. The last time he tried to hurt me I barely escaped and the cops wouldn't believe a word I said. They thought I was just a suicidal teenager when I showed them the scars he gave me. Which I am. But not that kind.

My reminiscent thoughts are dismissed by the sound of a fist banging on my door. I ran to my balcony door and pulled on it. Oh shit. Locked. I run to my closet and begin searching. My door is about to fly off the hinges. The chair isn't going to hold much longer. Finally I find the fucking hammer!! With all the essentials in my bag I run faster than I ever have and smash the glass door. That's when the other door smashes through also. My heart is beating out of my chest as I throw my leg over the side of the balcony. I lift my other leg and fall right off the wrong side with my dad standing right above me.

"Guess you thought you were just gonna fucking leave, huh?" He says grabbing my neck and pulling me up with one hand and clutching my bag with the other. "You were gonna run away just like your whore of a mother was. That's a mistake. You wouldn't want to die too, would you bitch?"

I've learned by now that it's best to just tell him what he wants to hear. "No, sir." I mumble.

"SPEAK UP, BITCH!"

"No, sir." I say louder. Before I have time to react, I'm on my bed and his fist collides with my face. He then moves to my ribs and punches me as hard as he can. Again and again until I'm sure all my ribs are broken, his knuckles are bruised, and he feels like a man again.

"Show some respect next time, Martie. I'm only doing this for your own good."

I wonder who Martie is.