Broken // h.s.

Chapter Two- Enough

CHAPTER TWO - Enough

He's had me two times today and when I hear the door creek open, enough is enough. He won't have me three times.

He's drunk, I can smell the whiskey on his breath when he climbs between my legs and puts his lips on mine. My body is so weak, but I have to be strong. Right now, I have no other choice than to be strong.

He straddles my body and I know this is my chance. I look over to my right and see a box cutter in sight. I look up the staircase and the door was left open.

He is also drunk and somewhat vulnerable and best of all, he has no knife on him. I begin to kiss him back, fooling him into thinking I'm into it then I knee his bottom, so he falls over me and I roll out from under him.

I grab his hair and bring his head down on the floor as hard as I can, releasing all my anger.

He grabs my foot just when I bounce onto my feet to run and drags me back a bit.

"You thought you could get away from me?" he screams, but I a reach out and grab ahold of the staircase pole with everything I got. I release one hand and grab the box cutter.

I turn around and push the box cutter deep into the inside of his forearm. He screams in pain and releases me.

Instantly, I break out into a sprint and rush up the stairs. I can see Rey in the backyard, burying something from the kitchen window and when he sees me, his eyes go wide and he drops the shovel.

That's when my legs begin to move again and I bolt for the door. I am only eight houses down from my house. I was so close to home that day when I was kidnapped.

I breathe in fresh air and my eyes begin to water. I am free.

"Help me!" I scream, running. I catch sight of the familiar lamp post outside my house and I begin to cry tears of joy. "M-Mom! Dad!" I get the words out through sobs, but then I hear heavy footsteps in back of me. I turn and see Garrett chasing after me with a- Oh my God. He has a gun in his left hand.

I pick up my pace and begin to scream louder. I'm almost home, I can see it, I can feel it. Fear runs through me and I don't spare a look back because I know I'll see him and it'll only slow me down. My mom- my dear mom finally walks out onto the front lawn and just when her lips begin to form my name, a loud bang makes me stop in my tracks.

I feel this warm liquid pouring down the right side of my stomach. At this point, I know I have been shot. Garrett has shot me.

My mom and dad are now running towards me, screaming hysterical, but I can't hear their voices. I can't hear anything. If this is what death is, then it isn't as bad as what we are put out to believe.

Everything goes numb and my body collapses as if I have no control over holding my own body weight up any longer. I don't even have the energy to catch myself when I fall. My head immediately hits the concrete with a great impact.

I laid on my stomach until my parents caught up to me and flipped me over to face them. Garrett is long gone by now.

The only thing that is worse than knowing this is the last time I will see my parents is that they are crying and not happy. All the neighbors are out now, hovering over me and I feel so sleepy. I just want to sleep.

"No. No. No!" My mom screams, her voice straining. "Don't close your eyes, Alana. Please."

But my mind is already going blank as I see a beautiful white light take over my sight. This is okay and I am still free.

Still free.

••••••••••

I flutter my eyes open and I see my mother sitting in the chair beside my hospital bed, sleeping. My dad is the first to see I'm awake and he rushes over to give me a kiss on the forehead, gently.