I cried waiting for him to return, the dark secluded basement out of sight out of mind for others around. Missing for days? weeks? years? I don't know anymore. Oh no he's back.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING, COME OVER HERE BITCH."
he hit me continuously and threw bricks at my legs and torso.
"PLEASE IM BEGGING You" as i sobbed
I cried wishing he would go away, the pain didn't stop until i was unconscious.
I woke up, He was gone.
Maybe he's upstairs? maybe he went out? Maybe i can finally get out
I cautiously searched around the basement looking for the crowbar he through at me
Oh no... He's back.
I grabbed the crowbar and his it behind my back, pretending i was asleep.
He approached me, kicked me telling me to get up.
I got up and hit him over the head with the crowbar until he was on the floor.
I screamed and cried making a run for the upstairs. Freedom.
I ran out the front door and into the woods.
I didn't know where i was going as long as i could get away.
I ran for miles until i couldn't breathe. I saw a light. Oh no he found me, i started to cry and run.
It wasn't him.
"Hey are you okay? i'm not going to hurt you, i'm just hunting."
"PLEASE CALL THE POLICE" I cried and ran towards him
He immediately dialed 911, and brought me back to his truck to wait, which felt like an eternity, I thought he was going to come back for me and find me.
An ambulance and police cars showed up in a vacant parking lot, they took me to the ambulance and immediately took me to the hospital, as i laid on the stretcher I prayed they would catch him.
The father he never was.
