My Great Escape

Cpt 3

I put my hood back up as I exit the exam room; these people don't need to see me this way. The pregnant woman is gone, hopefully back in a room getting ready to give birth. The crying babe and his mother sit there, still waiting, but now the child is sound asleep, his tiny, fat thumb stuck between his lips; other than them, however, the room is empty. I no longer cast my gaze to the floor. There is nothing for me to be ashamed or afraid of.

My outstretched hand hits the cold metal of the door and I'm blinded by the sun's rays. Fighting the urge to put my head down as I usually would, I slowly limp away. Never before had I noticed how beautiful the chirping songs of birds were; never had I taken notice to the bitter-sweet smell of the roses. The magical side of the dark world I'd come to know came creeping in; everything the sun touched looked like it was glowing. Is this how normal people feel? I marveled at the new found peace I felt.

Soon, too soon for my liking, I was standing in front of the grand two story house I was usually imprisoned in. Light, grayish tan siding covered the prison. A large wrap around porch, ornately carved columns, and immaculate windows added to the façade. Fire red bushes and flowering trees mixed within the greenery gave the house that "fairy-tale" effect. The house was my cell, my cage, not even beauty could make that place anything but a hell hole for me.

No fear creeps into me; I know no one will be home. He's an investment banker, she's a kindergarten teacher, and I'm the child they supposedly lost at birth. My mind is running in circles as I turn the handle to the front entrance. What did I do to deserve this? Why me? I did nothing. I deserve better. Now, I feel the anger, the hurt, the pure and undeniable hatred for the sadistic man and woman I live with.

 There's a puddle of dried blood on the carpet from this mornings beatings. I can't stop the bubble of laughter that slips past my lips. The fact they left that for me to clean up just kills me. Why the hell should I have to clean the blood he kicked out of me. Why should I have to do anything for his worthless ass. There's a new resolve that builds inside as my sneakers trail mud behind me. I limp up the stairs with a new found purpose. I pushed through their bed room door. If I were to go through with this plan I would need to look at least semi-human.

"Father" had a bit of an image complex; he made "mother" keep a slim form. I never knew her to be above a size four. This works out in my favor. I scan her closet and take a black tank top and a grey V-neck before heading over to the wardrobe; stealing a pair of jeans and her running shoes, which were hidden behind rows of designer heels, I rush to the bathroom. Once there, I turn on the multi-jet steam shower and carefully start to strip. The movement of my wrist as I pull it through the sleeve of my hoodie makes me shout out in pain. I look myself over in the mirror and have to fight back the tears of anger that are threatening to fall. The sting of the hot water makes the cuts and burns that cover my body feel as if they're on fire. Showering is a foreign concept to me. I'd never been good enough to shower; I did, however, steal a dish rag one day when I was little and have been washing myself in the sink as best I can. Cameras watch my every movement, but I didn't think they really cared so long as I wasn't using what was theirs. Though, now, I have nothing to lose. I use her salon worthy shampoo and brand name body wash.

I quickly dry off and get dressed, then search the bathroom cabinets. After five minutes of searching, I finally find the first aid stuff. With all of the beatings I've taken, I figured she had to have some stashed to fix herself up when she caught the tail end of one of my "punishments". Tenderly, I wrap my wrist and ankle in ace wrap and care for the scrapes on my face. I throw my hair in a pony tail and head down stairs just in time to hear a car pull into the drive.

Show time.

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So this is just a filler chapter. Sorry it's taken me so long to write. I promise I'll try and write more often!

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