Katie's POV
today's my 21st birthday! Yay it marks the 21 years of abuse I've had! I can't remember a time when I wasn't getting punched, kicked or locked in my room for days with no food or water. I just wanted to die. This isn't how I wanted to live! I want to go out and see the world but I can only see that from my bedroom window. It's where I spend most of my time, staring into space wondering what life is like for all the other people out there. Having freedom, only cuts and bruises from falling over. But all of that was just a wish.
Just a wish...
I heard a loud creak interrupting my thoughts. I decided it was best not to turn around as I would get punished for looking without getting orders to do it.
"Katie" the man spoke, but this time it was different. It sounded less angry and more caring. But I could never trust this man. Heck it's stupid that I couldn't trust my own mother and father isn't it? The people who brought me into this world. What happened to being a daddy's girl? (nothing rude lmao this is a sad chapter guys😂)
"Yes father" I spoke my voice soft.
"TURN AROUND WHEN I TALK TO YOU!" He yells and goes to throw a punch but I dodge it.
Bad ideas
I ran for the door as the fat old man ran after me. It was hard running for me as I was so skinny. I mean being malnourished isn't fun! My short skinny frame took me as fast as it could down the stairs. The house was only small so I guess this will be easy, kind of. I ran to the door and it was unlocked! Wow this is my chance! I can finally leave! So I did. I opened the door and ran! As fast as I could down any street trying to cut as many corners as I could. I ran for at least 5 minutes until I stopped. Surely he's stopped now?
So I began to walk, taking in my surroundings until I felt a strong pair of arms wrap around my waist.
"You know you shouldn't run from me baby girl! I will always find you!"
"HELP! HELP ME! GET OFF!" I screamed
I soon heard two pairs of feet coming closer,
"Hey get off of her!" One of them yelled
"Why should I she's my daughter"
"Because usually when someone screams for help it means that they don't want you here let alone touch her you dick!" The other one said.
"Okay then...I'll let go!" My father spoke
And he did but it wasn't a put down it was more of a throw.
He threw me against the cold hard wall and the last thing I can remember before passing out was "PHIL CALL AN AMBULANCE!" Then it was black.
