Purple Tips (My New Escape)

Three

"Were do you think you're going?" He growled.

This is how I die people. I can feel it. At least that's what I thought. What is worse than death?

I felt him pull me down and push me onto my bed. "Don't run from me. You explain yourself right here right now."

For me, I would usually have a sarcastic response for everything. But right now, I couldn't cause any words to come out of my mouth in the moment.

"Explain!" He shouted in my face. "T-They already told you..." I spat out in a whisper. I looked down and closed my eyes just waiting for more yelling. "What did you just say to me, brat?" He said putting more emphasis on the word brat.

He grabbed my hair and forced my head to be facing his. "Ow!" I yelped. "If you don't say anything about what happened today, I will whip you!"

I was so scared. I've only been hit a few times by him and that was only a slap. I've never gotten whipped before. What was he going to whip me with? I felt so scared I couldn't prosses anything. I couldn't say anything, move, or just simply breath. I had nothing to say so I kept quiet.

He didn't like that I wasn't talking; that's one thing I could prosses.

"Say something!" He yelled. But I didn't. I could feel the salty tears start to come to my eyes. But I wasn't going to let myself cry. I wanted to stay tough. So, I looked him in the eye with confidence and glared.

I could tell he was slightly surprised but more pissed. "Fine." He mumbled. He let go of my hair and slammed me on the bed.

I had relief come over me. Did he just give up? Was he too tired to care? Did he...understand?

I let out a sigh and held back my tears successfully.

"Take off your shirt"

...what the hell...?

Why would he want me to do that? That's when I realized this isn't over. I had to process what he just said to me.

I looked at him with a confused but scared look.

"Take off your shirt!"

He demanded a second time raising his voice. There is no way I am taking off my shirt infront of him. I refused.

Then I felt him lift me up off of my bed and grabbed the bottom of my shirt. As he tried to lift up my shirt I squirmed around and stopped him from doing so.
"Stay still!" He said and eventually got the shirt over my head.

I felt so naked like this. I rapped my arms around my stomach and hunched over.

I felt his hand on my back shove me down on the bed again.

What was he going to do to me?

And that's when I felt a hard sting on my back. He had already took off his belt and whipped me.

"Augh!" I yelped. It hurt so bad. I felt him whip me again. I gripped onto my blanket and bit my lip so hard that I could taste metal.

Another sting. Another hit. Another mark.

I was screaming, begging him to stop. But he wouldn't. I felt liquid dripping down my back.

It was blood.

At this point I was crying and screaming loud enough for the neighbors to hear.

Waterfalls of tears were streaming down my face.

"I'm sorry! I really am! Please! STOP!"

He wouldn't listen. He was so heartless to beat his own daughter.

I screamed so loud that my head started to pound along with my heart..

Again and again, nonstop pain was all over my back. Minutes felt like hours, every hit felt like death.

This was torture.

He eventually stopped. I was so thankful. I was still breathing heavily even when he exited the room.

I just layed there in my bed silently sobbing. My back hurt so bad that I didn't even move. But that's when I heard a loud noise. It sorta sounded like a big balloon. It was coming from outside. I hear it again. I looked up at my window and decided to stand.

I slowly walked towards the window and looked outside to see my dad poking holes in my car wheels with a knife.

"No!" I screamed. He didn't even look up at me. He poked another hole causing it to go flat.

Now I know what my punishment is.

I'm trapped.

He wasn't letting me leave. How was I supposed to survive? Maybe I won't. Maybe I'll just starve myself.

I fall back onto my bed; blood soaking the fabric. I was so worn out from all of the pain, screaming, and crying. I just laid there. I closed my eyes and my breathing started to slow down.

I drifted off to sleep hoping to never wake up.