I burstred out of the house leaving the door open, running into the forest not looking back. Branches whiped my face leaving cuts and scratches.I thought was getting away from him,I thought maybe this would be over. But just as i thought so he grabbed my hair. I screamed loud as he pulled me back smashing my head against the ground. I didn't dare to open my eyes. i couldnt look at him. my abuser, that horrible man. I yelped, hoping someone would hear me
-Just leave me alone!
The horrible man, also knowns as my step father leaned over me. i could feel his breath against my face. The cuts were bleeding. I was out of breath. I still didn't open my eyes. i was terrified of this man.
-Never. I will never leave. your stuck with me.
I cried out for help as he covered my mouth. he grabbed one of my legs and dragged me back inside. I started thinking to myself "Better luck next Time Jace." After he dragged me inside he threw me on the bed. i knew it was coming. i felt him undressing my bottom half and throw my onto my stomach. My eyes were still closed. i still did not dare look at him. i couldn't look at him. he was ugly, he was a monster. i felt him enter me i whined trying to wiggle from his grasp. The more i moved the harder he'd thrust. so i decided to stay still and get it over with. Blood was now flowing out of me. i winced closeing my eyes tightly. I couldnt scream. I couldnty move. all i could do was let tears silent flow down my face. After about an hour he came with a grunt. Blood was still flowing from me. he pulled his pants up and left the room, leaving me there all alone. I finally opened my eyes when i was 100% sure he was out of the room. I cried a little louder getting on my hands then up onto my knees. The room was spinning wildey and i fell back onto my stomach. I gripped the bed sheets and cried. Cried out for help. Cried, hoping someone would help me. But i was alone. I always have been.
Hours passed before i could stand up. i was still in pain. i went to the washroom with a little shake in my sted. i whimpered. I looked at my face in the mirror. The cuts were dry and the crimpson red blood has turned to an auburn colour. Blood was no longer leaking from my hole. But the blood had dryied going down my legs. I undressed my top half and stepped into the shower. I washed my legs and face trying to wash away the dry blood. I sat down and pulled my knees to me chest crying. i had to let it out. I couldnt keep it in any longer. I'm not weak. I've just been strong for to long. After 20 minutes i got out of the shower. I wrapped a towel around my waist and headed to my room.
I took the hair dryer out and pulged it in. I dried my neck length black hair and straightened it. I had my hair like Andy Biersack, in the video 'Knives And Pens' He was truely one of my idols. My periwinkle pupils were surrounded by red, blood shot eyes caused by how much i have cried. I put on my purple DropDead shirt slid on my jet black pant sliding my white and black studded belt and put my vans shoes on. I pulled out my phone and dialed my close friend ,Adrian, number and called him.
-Jace? Are you ok?
Hearing his voice felt so nice i closed my eyes taking a deep breath
-He did it again Adrian.. I think he's asleep now.. sick bastard. I'll sneak out wanna meet up at the park?
-Sure thing, see you soon.
I put the phone in my black and white checkerd back pack, along with my cigarets and my iPod. I ran down stairs looked arounf then crept out of the front door and gently closed the door then ran to my old 1975 ford pick-up truck of the colour orange and threw my back pack on the seat and started to drive to the park. I've always had a little crush on Adrian. He had brown hair that was spiked up like Nathan Owens, another one of my idols. He had gorgeous emerald green eyes and he always wore a lil bit of eyeliner which made his eyes stick out even more. He was stunning.
