Ethan's P .O.V.
I feel guilty for something that was never my fault. I feel as if it's my fault that I was hurt. Like it was my fault he was angry. I keep making excuses for him even though I have no reason to. I have nightmares at night that I am there with him again. Sometimes he kills me sometimes I kill him. Very few people know that I am adopted. Colby's parents had been looking for a foster child for a year before my dad was discovered. I was taken away from my mom also, since she never did anything and would just watch. Even though they had been wanting a younger child they could raise from scratch they adopted me. We had been through so much together they didn't want to lose me. Or even worse have my life end up miserable because I got bad parents. Not like they could be worse than my old parents but I was told they could be. I would cry sometimes. I'd be scared he would find me and hurt the people I care about. I'd be scared he would finish that beating he started the day he tried to kill me the day it all started....
Flashback!
I was in my room when I heard the door open I looked my door, then I locked the window, then the bathroom that connected our rooms, then the window I went in the closet and covered myself with clothes. I hoped he would find the fake note I left him and, he did. I wrote that I had to stay after school.
Dad: Hey! Where are you? I'm not stupid I know your mom didn't write this!
Oh no! I didn't think he'd notice. I had to memorize my mom's signature for school. I was too scared to talk to her unless it was a life or death situation. I remembered then mom left yesterday on some business trip. She wouldn't be back for a while. What was I thinking? Now I was really in for it. Now he wasn't just driven by craziness and alcohol it was mixed with fury. He felt like I had downgraded his intelligence and I had lied. He started to scream and bang on the door.
Dad: You better open this door! I will come in there and beat you like a pipe. You think I'm stupid? Well you'll be brain dead when I finish with you!
He broke through the door. I stayed still and held my breathe. My only hope now was that he didn't find me. If he did I wasn't sure what would happen. But I was pretty sure it would be the worst beating of my life. He broke through the bathroom doors and started running bath water. What is he doing? Is he going to take a bath? Maybe if he does and he closes the door I can make a run for it. I don't have to make it far. Just next door. Sometimes I go over there just to talk. They'll let me in. I peeked through the hole I had made in the door just for this purpose. He was leaving the bathroom. Well, there goes that plan. He saw me looking through the hole. Oh no. He ran to the door yanked it open and pulled me out by my collar. Then he started punching me in the face. He threw me on the ground and stomped on my chest. I tried to fight back but I couldn't he was too strong. He pulled me by my leg to the bathroom dunked my head in and tried to drown me I turned my head so he couldn't. I finally squirmed out and tried to run. He grabbed me.
Dad: You want to get out the house, I'll help you.
Then he threw me out the window. I landed on my arm and screamed in pain. Suddenly a little girl looked over the fence. I said help me. She ran into the house to get her parents. By the time they came back my dad was outside wailing on me. I was crying my arm hurt so badly. He wouldn't stop. My neighbor started screaming at him to stop while her husband called the police. After her husband got off the phone he jumped in and grabbed me. He ran me into his house and locked the doors. I told him it wouldn't work. He told me it didn't matter. He grabbed a gun and walked upstairs. We waited for the police and they took me away. It would be the last day I would ever see my child neighborhood.
Flashback Ended!
