Miss Jackson

Chapter 20

I turn reluctantly, thrashing my arm trying to get away but it's no use, his grip is too strong.
"Let me go!" I shout.
"You're coming with us whether you like it or not! I'm tired of your bitch ass running away. No more" he grips. He pulls me out the door and around to where his car is where my mom is already waiting. All the while I am struggling.
"You can't do this! I'm a legal adult now! This is kid napping" I scream at him as he pushes me in the car. Me kicking and screaming for him to let go but he doesn't listen.
"I don't know where you have been for the last 3 weeks but you better to tell me now" he slaps me across the face and I gasp at the pain.
"It's none your business, I'm 18. I have the rights of an adult. I live on my own now." I try to pull at the door handle but it's locked. "Why are you doing this?" I cry. "You and mom can live without me. Just the two of you! Why?" I cry and clutch my cheek.
"I don't need a damn reason to want my kid in my house" he snaps.
"I'm not your child." I yell and he reaches around to hit me but I move away.
"Mom! Are you just going to let him do that?!"
"Better you then me" she says quietly.
"What the fuck?!" I scream. "You won't get away with this asshole"
Once again he reaches around and punches me straight in the eye.
"What, is your dumb little teacher going to try and kick my ass, cause I can have the cops there in 5 minutes"
"So can I" I shout, pulling out my phone and dialing 911. He tries to reach for my phone but I move away.
"911, what's your emergency"
"Hello! I'm being kidnapped, please help!" I tell crying right as he grabs the phone and ends the call throwing it on the ground in front of him. He reaches me and hits me hard and thats when I black out. 

I slowly open my eyes feeling a sharp pain on the right side of my cheek. I look around and see my old bedroom at my moms house. I was hoping that was all a dream, but it wasn't. My dad really did grab me from school, hit me and knock me out. How the hell am I going to get out of this? I sit up quickly from my bed, making my head spin and I close my eyes until I feel the world has stopped spinning. I get up and walk to the door, peeking open to see who's out there, my dad. Doing something, I don't know what. He sees the door and I shut it quickly. After a minute he shoves through the door with no concern for anything. 

"Get AWAY!!!" I shout throwing whatever is around me at him. He grabs me up by my arms and throws me on the bed. 

"Listen here, you little shit. You're staying here until your little boyfriend gets back from wherever he is and when he comes to find you here, I'm going to have him arrested." he grins wickedly at his plan. 

"And then what? You're going to kill me? Is that it?" I sit up, glaring at him. 

"No, you will stay here and play nice. And be your mothers cute little daughter" 

"No, I won't. Im 18 now, I don't legally have to stay here" I spit. 

"Legally...no. But forcefully, yes. Because I know that when he gets here you much rather have him arrested then murdered and I can kill him if I wanted. So if you try to escape, thats the end for your sweet little love toy" 

"If you fucking hurt him I'll kill you" I warn. 

"Try it" he laughs. "You won't lay a hand on me before I can kill you"

"And? If he's dead, what do I have to live for anyways? Go ahead and kill me. You'll be caught anyways,  I have friends who will try to find me and when they don't, they'll know its you and you'll be arrested." I unravel his little plan. He stays silent for a few minutes before slamming the door shut and leaving. 

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How long has it been? A week, maybe a little longer. All I know is, I haven't left this house in a long time, I haven't seen my phone since he threw it on the floor of the car, for all I know it could be broken. And all the calls and texts Ive probably gotten from Brendon, oh god! Brendon! He must be so worried, I completely forgot about him, Ive been to busy thinking of an escape plan. Ive tried running out the door when they weren't looking but he grabbed me before I could do anything. Ive tried the windows too, but he ended up boarding those. 

Its currently, 3am. I got that from the clock on the night stand. They must be asleep by now. I still have tried leaving whilst they were asleep, I've thought about it but every time, one of them seems to slip out the room and I run back. But tonight, Im leaving without any hesitation. I peek my head out and no one is out there. I slowly make my way out to the front door. I grab the door knob when my moms voice stops me. 

"Delilah, get back in your room. I would hate to have to get your father" she warns. 

"Why are you helping him?" I ask, turning to her. 

"Because I love him" 

"Love him? He's hurting me..."

"I don't mind" she smirks, I fall back on my feet. I'm shocked by what she has to say. There it is, my mom doesn't care about me anymore, only about herself. I stare at her in shock for a second before raising my fist to her and punching her straight in the jaw. She retorts back and swings at me, missing, 

"How dare you hit your mother like that?" She whines.

"You're not my mother. My mother would never stay with a man who is hurting me" I push her. 

"Stop!" She cries. That's when he comes from the room and pulls me away from her. Without a word he drags me to my room and throws me on the bed, punching me in my face. I screech and curl into a ball on my bed holding the side of my face that's now been hit maybe 5 times since he got me from school. 

I close my eyes hoping that this nightmare will go away when I wake up.