Meet Me Mid The Aisle (On Hold for Major Editing)

Chapter 16: An Escape

         “Sebastian…?”

         That was the last word or might I say name that I heard when unconsciousness overtook me. And yes, I am conscious now…I am well aware that I am laying down on a not so comfortable single bed nursing my aching backbones which I might add, I didn’t know why or where it came from. Aware that Dad is sitting right beside my bed and the name Sebastian as Nigel called him is a big question to me. Could it be possible that Dad was once an angel and Sebastian was his angel name just like Nigel as Nathaniel and Drake as Michael, but how? I have a bad feeling about some truth and lies that will be revealed and my stinging and burning body didn’t help the situation. I slowly opened my eyes to peak at my surrounding. I am at a small room, painted in tainted white and grey, lying in a small single bed with grey covers and my Dad sitting on a plastic chair beside me. Why do I feel like a lab rat now explains more.

          “Priscilla, do you feel okay?” my Dad asked arching his eyebrows as his only way of conversing to me. You may guess he would stand and walk his ass to check up on me like most parents do but well, he is who he is.

         “Sebastian…so why did Nigel called you that?” I asked not wanting anything but to know the truth right now. “Is that your real name? Did you know him and Drake? Or Nathaniel and Gabriel? And Nixon…”

         “Nixon? Why in the hell you know him?” my Dad stood up abruptly cutting my question in a swift move he is now towering over my bed frame.

        “Well, what I know about him is that he is really from hell…” was my smart answer. I am the one who’s asking him first.

         “You stay away from those people, you heard me?” he said angrily. “I'll pack your things we’re moving!”

        “No Dad! Answer me! You know them it’s obvious, now you are hiding something from me. Something big and serious! You know them and they know you not as Lucas but Sebastian! Why Dad? What’s going on? Do you think it's fair for me not knowing what really is going on with everything? I’m your daughter after all!” I yelled not expecting unwanted tears to flow from my eyes.

         “Priscilla, there is nothing fair in this world…” and with that he turned his back and left the room, leaving me crying yet again alone in my misery. I heard the door was being locked from outside and I sighed. He did it again.

I cannot do this anymore. I want out. Out from my father’s shadow and out from being clueless. I really have no idea what to do but I know I should do something. Why hate my Dad if he is only protecting me? Well, how could he protect me if he’s the one who is hurting me. The night after the party at Jesse’s was still clear in my memory. We got home in no time and he hits me. Slapping me hard and throwing me on the wall, hard. The moment he raised his hands and hit me was the moment I lost it. Lost all my respect and love towards the man who supposed to be loving and caring me. Weeks passed and he left me starve on my own. I cried too many times to count hoping and praying that he will return to me and apologize for his actions but no, he came back telling to pack my things and taking me to Aunt Celia. He didn’t even asked how I was doing, he didn’t even noticed that I got thinner than a zombie and my bruised body was still wounded. He just took me to Auntie and left. Since then, my hatred became worst and I became a loner.

But today is different, there are a lot of things happening and I feel like I am getting close to know the truth. Ignoring my stinging back and the burning feeling inside me, I took a deep breath and sat slowly. I withdrew my feet off the bed and stand up but the pain was still torturing me. Determined to get out of this place and away from Dad I slowly walked towards the window, peaking outside and looking for a way out. I found my pouch at the bedside table and took it. Concentrating on the energy left on my body and ignoring the excruciating pain, I opened the window and climbed slowly. Dad’s car was out of sight so I guess he’s gone too, thank god. I landed on the ground and hissed in pain I think I cannot do it alone, so I fished my phone from my pouch to get help. There is only one person that came to my mind so I looked for his name from my phone book and hit call. It rings twice before I heard his familiar voice saying “Hello” in confused tone.

“I need your help, please get me.” I said bubbling with joy at the fact that he will never despise me, at least not this time.