Escape

Chapter One

   All I ever wanted to do was leave home. Escape. I made plans and tried everything. Nothing seemed to work as I planned it to. My life would be useless in this house, far back into the woods. I would be here FOREVER! Or at least, that's what I thought.
   Going up, I've always wondered what my life would've been with my biological father still alive. I know my mom missed him. She goes to the garden everyday to talk because his remains lie there. If he was still alive, my mom would've been too. My brothers would've had a better role model. My mom tried her best though.
   Ron, my stepfather, came into our lives a year ago. My brothers may not realize it, but I do. I've had to pick my mom up many times off the kitchen floor, bathroom floor, and many other places. She didn't want me to ever witness that, but why did she love someone that constantly put hands on her? I never understood why. She, sometimes, told me it was love, but our father never laid hands on her. Was that not love? 
   Not only was my mom getting abused, I was too, but she never knew. Ron always abused me either when no one was around or at night. I hated my stepfather. He took away my innocence, as he complained my mom doesn't make him feel special. How can you take away a kid's innocence?
   I, Myra Crum, am 17 years old, and I've never had a boyfriend. I've been homeschooled since Ron convinced my mom that I needed to help out at home. He thinks women don't need educations. We need to work to take care of our loved ones. Everything was only to take care of Ron. The men could either go out with their women or stay home to be pampered. I hated every second of pleasing him and making him feel special. I wanted to leave, and I wanted that to be now!

   Waking up on a Monday morning was the hardest. Every Monday, I had to go out and plow the field, make sure the animals are fed, and pick the garden to prepare food for everyone. Also, it's my mom days off to satisfy Ron. I just wished he didn't touch me like he touches her. I wished I could have my innocence back. Every Monday, Ron came in my room at night to have sex with me, and I felt disgusted.
   As I got up to start my daily duties, a knock was applied to my wooden door. I jumped as he came closer to me. Ron was not who I was expecting, but here he was standing in front of me. "What are you doing, Myra," he asked? I was so speechless, continuing backing up until I hit my dresser.
"I'm getting ready, Ron .. I mean dad," I replied. When we first met him, I could call him Ron. Ever since he's been touching me, I had to call him "dad", or a beating would occur. He came closer to me now that I didn't have any more room left. He caressed my face, touched my boobs, grabbed my behind, and saved his best part for last. I didn't want him touching me there, but if I moved, I would be touched in extra places as well.
As he put his hands between my legs, I closed my eyes and pretended to be somewhere else. Hopefully, it made the process faster. It didn't work because Ron picked me up and laid me on the bed. His lips traveled from my boobs to my private. "Ron?" I could hear a woman's voice. He got up, and I saw my mother in the doorway. This made him angry, so he pointed for her to leave. When she didn't and began to cry, he punched her, and it seemed to put her to sleep.
As my mom laid in the floor defenseless, Ron continued to touch and lick my private. He got up to pull his pants down while he ordered me to open myself up to him. I stayed frozen. All I wanted to do was run, but I could've even move. Escape!
He came closer in between my legs to put his penis inside of me. As he began to stroke, I cried silently. Why me? All I could say to myself was God help me. "Take this dick, babygirl, just like that," Ron told he, moaning. He raised up my chin and kissed me. Everything about him was disgusting. My mom got off the floor and came closer to us. She told Ron," I'm going to start dinner," and she left. My mom didn't care enough to fight this man off me. She let him continue touching me and taking my innocence everyday.

Dinner was done, and everyone ate except me. My brothers got home from being out all day with their girlfriends. This is the reason why they knew nothing. I excused myself from the table and went into the woods to clear my mind. The leaves rustled, and I knew someone followed me here. The only person I could think of was Ron, but as I turned to face them, it was Jace, my oldest brother.
"You've barely eaten, and you've been acting distant lately. What's wrong, Rya," he asked. I loved when my brothers called me Rya. It was like a nickname as their little sister than being Ron's little bitch. I smiled and shook my head to tell him nothing was wrong. He came closer to hug me, and all I could do was cry, silently into his shirt. "Let's go back inside," he said. We did so.