Purple Tips (My New Escape)

Four

The next day...

I wake up pretty late, around three, and both of my parents are gone off to work. I can't leave the house and everything is too far away for me to walk.

I'm really stuck here.

My back hurts so bad. I needed to take care of it. So, I got up and went straight for the bathroom.

When I got there I already had my shirt off so I turned around so that my back was facing the mirror. There were some cuts on my back. Its not the worst but it will leave a few small scars. I had more bruises than anything.

I took some soap and started to wash my back. When the soap touched my skin, it stung like a million bees. I continued to wash and then rinse it off with water.

I put on my shirt and went back to my bed. I didn't eat anything for the whole day, nor the whole week.

The week passed by pretty fast. All I did was sleep. I was woken up by yelling in the night time every single night and starved. I knew I shouldn't die, even though I wanted to, so I occasionally got a small snack.

It was the same routine every day. Wake up, pee, eat, sleep, get woken up by yelling. It wasn't really that bad. But this night was different.

It was about 4:30 and I could hear my parents screaming and yelling. I heard loud bangs and thumps against the walls. They both sounded so pissed off at each other that they would kill.

I locked the door and my heart was pounding. I wanted to scream, I couldnt take this anymore.

Pound, pound, pound.

My head was killing me. I looked out the window and started to wonder if it was high enough to kill me.

Then a sound that peirced through my ears vibrated throughout the house.

It was my mom's morbid scream.

I was so scared as to what she was screaming about. I looked at the door and hesitated to go see. I stopped myself from doing so and just tried to ignore it.

But then I hear her yell 'Stop'. What was he doing?

I had to see what it was I just had to. I slowly walk to the door and unlock it. I still hear them yelling still with each word getting louder nd louder.

I was too curious for my own good and I opened the door to see my dad slapping mom on the face downstairs. Every time he slapped her my heart sank and sank. This needs to stop.

"Stop!"

It all goes quiet. My heart pounded and instant regret shot me.

"Go to your room." He demanded.

"No! Stop hitting her. You're sick." I growled. Now what was I going to do? I wasnt thinking right. After I said that I new I was in trouble.

He didn't even think twice. He looked at mom and said, "you raised your daughter like this. I'm fixing it."

And before I knew it, he was coming up the stairs to whip me again. He was stronger this time and I was more weak. I eventually stopped screaming and squirming. I felt so emotionally drained.
I just went to bed.

Morning...

The house was empty. I had two more days left to be here including today.

I sat up in my bed and looked around. I wanted to leave so badly but...no one was there. No one cared or knew what was going on. I just wanted to drive away but I couldn't.

I looked down at my arm.

I have her number.

I'm such an idiot. As much as I don't want to assosiate with her, she was my ticket out. I texted her.