Big Time Adoption

Big Time Adoption

Chapter 1- The Adoption

               It was dark and I was running, running as fast as my legs could carry me; but it wasn’t fast enough. As I turned my head to look behind me I saw him catching up. He was getting closer, and closer. I had to lose him somehow. The woods. I detoured from the main road and threw myself into a ditch. I lay flat for a moment and then roll over to my side and crawl a few feet. Once I’m deeper into the trees I stand up and begin to run again.

               The vines grow thicker making it harder for me to push through and see where I am going and the roots on the tress are now growing out of the ground more. I trip. Great. I want to get up and run, but it is as if some invisible force is nailing me to the ground. I can’t stand. I can’t even move. “Adelaide!” his booming voice sounded.

               My breathing became uneven as I tried to hold back the sobs I knew would come. I was so afraid that I started to hyperventilate. My heart was pounding in my chest like a million bouncy balls were just dropped of the top of the empire state building; my chest hurt and I thought I was going to have a heart attack. “There you are you little bitch,” I heard my father say as he picked me up by the wrist and tugged me away. “You are in so much trouble.”

               “I didn’t do anything,” I said through tears.

               “Save it,” he said bitterly. He had a firm, no, more of a tight grip on my wrist; I thought he was going to break it. He drug me back to our family cabin that was about five miles away. Five miles. I had run for five miles…

               I tried to scream, hoping that nearby campers or residents would hear but he jerked me close to him and clamped his large hand over my mouth, “Don’t even think about it.” We continued to walk through the woods. When we reached the cabin he yanked the door open and pushed me inside. I fell to the floor and cut my knee on the rough wood floor. “Stay here,” he instructed, glaring at me. I didn’t dare look at him, backtalk him, or even think about disobeying him again. I knew what was going to happen.

               He left for what seemed like hours. All I did was lay there on the floor in pain, my sobs were the only noise I could hear in the dark, still night. When I heard his truck pull up and the engine turn off, my sobs stopped, and I cried silently to myself. My father came into the cabin, drunk, with a bunch of his friends from work. Again, my breathing became uneven and I started to cry. “Please just leave me alone,” I begged as one of his friends crouched down beside me.

               “Not going to happen sexy,” he said. He began to kiss me, I didn’t kiss back, I fought as much as possible but it was no use. I could taste and smell the alcohol on his breath. His hands started to move up and down my body and I shuttered at the feel. I hated them. I hated them so, so much. His hand was halfway up the inside of my thigh…

               My eyes shot open and I sat up with tears streaming down my face. Another nightmare. Why were they happening so often? I didn’t want to relive what I had gone through. Ms. Anderson, the woman in charge of the orphanage was standing by my bed, “Are you alright dear?” she asked me with her loving and caring voice.

               I shake my head but contrarily say, “I’m fine. It was just another bad dream.” I wipe the tears from my face with the back of my hand and push the covers back. I stand up and walk over to the small window in my room it looks pretty bright. I look to Ms. Anderson with questioning eyes.

               She understood what I meant, “It’s around noon,” she said with a smile. Wow, I slept in pretty late.

               “Is there something you wanted to tell me?” I asked her.