Escape

Chapter Two

Gladly, everyone was asleep. I could focus on reading my book. Besides my brothers making me happy, it was the only thing left to make me happy. My mom was not who I thought she was. My question to the situation was on replay. Why would she just leave him on me like that? Why didn't she fight for her only daughter? I soon came to realize that I hated her a little now, too.
Reading was the only way for me to ease my mind right now. It wasn't Ron's though. "Stop reading, and come here, babygirl," he said. I turned to him laying on my bed. I took a deep breath and did as I was told. He held me in his arms and whispered," You're always going to be mine. You belong to me." When the word belong came out of his mouth, I knew I had NO CHANCE of escaping.
Ron kissed my neck as he laid beside me. As sad as I was, I was happy also because Jeremy was at the door. Jeremy is the middle child my mom had. He's always protected me. Before heading into the house, I told Jace to give Jeremy a note that said Help me later tonight in my room! I'm glad that Jeremy came before Ron did other things to me.
   "GET OFF MY SISTER, BASTARD!" yelled Jeremy. Then, he snatched Ron off the bed and onto the floor. Every punch Jeremy gave him made me happier. I wanted him to kill Ron, but I knew it was a sin. Coming into this world is a sin, but I wanted Ron to die. He makes me sick to my stomach.
"GET OFF OF HIM, JEREMY!" my mom yelled to him. As she was trying to pull Jeremy off Ron, Jace grabbed her. I got up to quickly pack some things as Jace ordered me too. Before I could even think clearly of what to do next, Ron shoved Jeremy into the knife sticking from my wall. This is a night I would never forget. Ron killed my brother!
   My mom decided to rush over to Ron, making sure he was okay. I looked at Jeremy as his face began to go pale. I couldn't move. I was stone, but that didn't stop Jace from doing what he needed. He threw our mom onto the bed and tried to hurt Ron just like he did Jeremy. I was horrified at this point and helped my brother. No matter the situation, I wanted Ron dead, and Jace did as well.
   Tonight, Ron had to die for what happened. Unfortunately, that wasn't my mom plans. "Leave him alone, my children," she pleaded. When we turned to look at her, she held onto her stomach. This made Jace extra pissed. He grabbed her shoulder, shaking her as hard as he could. I never seen him that angry. The way he moved her was like he wanted her to die, but I knew he loved our mother.
"Move, bastard child," Ron told Jace. He left go of mom and went towards Ron. As he went to pick him up, Ron stabbed him. I was left with no one to protect me. My mom was pregnant with a demon's baby, who killed my oldest brothers. All I could hear in the back of my head was R U N! Therefore, I did. I ran until I couldn't run anymore.

The next morning, I woke up in front of a yard that didn't look familiar. A woman came out and noticed me. I tried getting up to leave before she could yell at me. "Wait a second. Are you okay," she ask, kindly. I nodded and tried again to walk away, but I fainted. Running was something I was always good at, but I didn't know I ran that far.
I woke up inside a house, then. It was very cozy and warm. The temperature inside was just right, the walls were nicely white, and the window pane were clear as can be. On the outside, the house looked vague, but the inside was magnificent. I loved the scent of the candles in the room. If anything, this was my dream home. I felt safe and secure. Nobody could find me here.
   The door opened, and a little girl appeared. She had icy blue eyes, beautiful skin, red lips, and brownish hair. She ran to the bed with a beautiful smile on her face. "What's your name," she asked, soft and kindly. I smirked and hugged her gently as I replied. "My name is Myra, my lovely. What's your name?" I never seen someone so full of life.
   Her name was Lacey Mae. She was named after her great grandmother, who was the wife of an Indian chief. Lacey and I had a long conversation about her family history. For her to be 6 years old, she knew a lot. She wanted to know about my family, but I told her I never met them. This made her sad because family meant a lot to her. I felt sad lying to her, but I didn't want to travel down memory lane. As we were chatting, a gentle knock was on the door.
"Lacey, are you in here?" a male voice asked, outside the room. She replied giggling," Yes, Daddy. I'm in here." The door knob turned, and the man walked in. He was very handsome, and he looked about 21 and military built. What was a good looking man like this doing with a kid? "I'm so sorry she woke you. She's so jolly and curious about everything and everyone," he told me. Lacey and I giggled, but I told him she just keeping me company. Lacey is a very bright, young girl. She can keep a smile on one's face.
   This put a smile on his face. He began to walk towards the chair sitting next to the bed. "Well, how are you feeling?" he asked. I replied," I feel great considering everything." He touched my forehead to check for a fever, but I felt amazing. In came a woman wearing an apron, the chef made me dinner. I smiled at the woman to thank her. Lacey's dad smiled and said," Thank you, Anita." The maid nodded and left the room.