The House In The Woods

Pt. 1 Home

Mom left us five years ago. Dad hasn't been the same since. He was always short tempered and very rash, but after mom left he became much more violent than before.

Getting drunk and hitting whatever he could, which was usually me. He seemed to like hurting me. To enjoy seeing the pain on my face.

He blamed me for mom leaving us. He said I drove her away. I know sometimes I was difficult, all children are. But I know mom actually left because of him. He's the one who made her leave.

The abuse got a lot worse once she left. He was almost always drunk and yelling about how I made her leave us.

I decided I had had enough of being beaten and blamed for everything wrong in dads life. So I made a plan to leave. To run away from this horrible place.

I made that plan a couple of days ago and today is the perfect day to finally do it. Finally escape.

Dad left the house in the morning like usual, but he forgot to close the window. It was open just wide enough to push my backpack through and then climb out myself.

I managed to squeeze through the window, almost falling on my face more than a few times. I scanned the area quickly to make sure no one was around to stop me.

Once positive nobody was around I looked through my back pack to make sure I have everything. Some extra clothes, large water bottle, non perishable food and a small blanket. Everything's here.

"Alright Emily, think. Where should I go?" I question myself as I head into the thick woods surrounding my house, or rather prison.