The Blue Rose

Chapter 3 continued

I turn around and back up to see who the very muscular man was. "Hey, watch where your going little girl." A man said. His name tag said his name was Randy. "So sorry Mr.Randy. Ill be more careful." I said relieved.

Thank god! It was just a store Clark. I thought it was my-. My thoughts where cut off my someone putting there hand over my mouth and walking out of the store. I started screaming but no one payed attention.

A to familiar voice said it was just a game that him and me played. It was my brother. I am in so much trouble. I bit Brads hand until it was streaming with blood, but he just held on tighter. We got to his truck and he threw me in and tied me to the passengers seat. "You are going to be in a world of pain when we get home little sis." Brad said with the most device of voices.

On the way home, I was thinking about if I could run. The only thing that could save me if my father didnt tie me up, like he usually does, my mother (if she wasn't high or unconscious) would be the only one that could stop it.

One time when I was a freshman in high school. I was home from school, and once in my mothers life she wasnt high. So she decided to take me shopping for all the hardship that my brother and father had caused me and she would try to make things right. BUt that didnt work at all. When we came home my father was furiuse as always for me doing something fun. He grbbed me by arm and threw me to the ground. He was about to hit me when my mother granned his arm and twisted around to his back. My mother had taken a self defense and offence class so she could totally take down my dad. 

"What do you think your doing?" my mother asked. 

"I was giving her what she deserved." my father yelled.

"No you werent you where going to hit her for no good reason. Actually there is no good reason for hitting your daughter. So I suggest that you go away for a little while, while me and Elizabeth talked."

Once my mom finished talking she let go of my father. He stood up with anger in his eyes and took my brother to a hotel for the night. I was so relived that my mother had done that. I thoght everything was going to change then, but it didnt. 

One night my mother went out with a couple of friends. THat had offered her pot. She took it and now every night she would snuff it or whatever she does.

We got to my house and Brad had untied me and gotten me out of the truck. He threw me into the house. 

"Do your work dad." Brad hissed. Silently I wished that he would just kill me this time. I was so tired of being abused and made fun of, i just let him do it this time. I saw my father with his belt and closed my eyes so I didnt have to see his vanes pop out because he was hitting me so hard. 

"This time," my father whispered. "You wont wake up from the unconsiusness ill put you in." He raised his hand and when he was about to hit......the doorbell rang.

What the heck. I thought. Who on the world would that be. My father nodded to the door and my brother went to answer it. 

"Hello," the voice said. " I am here to see Elizabeth." "Just a second my brother said. Who would come here and ask for me? The abused no friend crazy girl? Then it hit me. Derek. He had no possible idea that he had just saved my life.

" Do I let her go?" Brad asked my father. "Go you piece of filth." My father said. " You better come home this time or next time you'll be sorry." I got up off the floor and ran out the door.  I was amazed. I was alive! I got into Dereks car and thanked God that I was still alive.

Derek climbed into the car and shut the door. "What happened in there?" He asked. "Well...." I started. " MY father was about to beat me with his belt to death and you saved my life. Now can you please drive so we can get out of here?" He looked at me worried, he started the engine and drove off. I was so happy that I could cry.