I was by myself for about three days. On the third day after all of that happened, someone knocked on my door. I went to the front door, and just answered it without even thinking about checking who it was. I opened the door, and saw a police officer, not the same one as before, standing there, with his police car parked in front of my house. I could tell that there was someone in the back of the car, but I couldn't quite see who it was. "May I help you?" I asked the policeman.
"Yes, are you Elissa Samantha Britt?" he asked.
"Yes I am...what do you need?" I asked very confused. I had no clue why a policeman needed me, or what he needed me for.
"Okay, thanks," was all he said, and he pulled out his walkie-talkie, and said, "We have the right address." After that, he just walked off.
I just stood there as the police officer walked off. "What was that all about?" I asked myself.
I just went back inside my house, and started watching some T.V. A few minutes later, I heard someone come inside my house, and I jumped up when I heard the door slam shut. "Wh-who was that?" I asked myself, and started slowly heading toward the front door. Once I got within range to where I could see my front door, I almost fainted with shock when I saw who was here.
"Elissa?" I heard his voice.
I gulped, and answered, "Y-yes dad?"
"Come here, please," he answered.
"It must be because he's sober or something. That must be the only reason why he's acting nice," I thought to myself. I reluctantly went towards him, to see what he wanted. "Yes, dad?" I said when I got in the same room as him.
"I'm sorry for leaving you alone all this time," he said.
This wasn't normal behavior for him, even when he was sober. "Uh, it's all right," I said a little uneasily.
"Don't you want to come give me a hug?" my dad coaxed.
"Not really..." I thought, but ended up going over towards him, but not giving him a hug. I just stood where he could reach me, if he giving me a hug really was what he wanted to do.
He leaned over, as though he was bending down to give me a hug, but then he just reached his hands around my neck instead. He started squeezing tighter and tighter, until I couldn't breathe anymore. I was gasping for air, and I started trembling from the lack of oxygen. Just before I was about to pass out, he threw me against a wall. I lay there, gasping for air, and rubbing my side where I had hit the wall. He was walking towards me, and kicked me over and over while I was on the ground.
"Dad, please stop..." I managed to say between kicks.
"How dare you even think about pleading for me to stop! After you got me thrown in jail because things weren't going your way with Gary!" he yelled at me.
"Who's Gary?" I asked weakly.
"Gary was my friend that I brought home. Just because you claim that he was trying to rape you, you decided to call the police, and tell them about him. Then when they came, they saw me passed out, and figured I was working with him! Why would anyone ever want to kidnap you?! You're worthless!" he quit kicking me, and started picking me up, and choking me again.
I started bawling, and saying, "Dad, I'm sorry! I'm sorry, Dad! I didn't mean for them to get you too! I just wanted to get away from that drunken guy you call Gary! He was trying to rape me!"
"Why would I believe some shit like that?!" He squeezed tight, so I couldn't breathe again. I grabbed at his hand, trying to loosen his grip, but with no luck. It seemed the more I struggled to get free, the more light headed I became. I was to the point to where everything was becoming black. I felt him drop me, and everything started to come back into focus. I was drawing in long, deep breaths. I almost went unconscious that time, and if I would have, I have the feeling that I would have been dead by the time he was through with me. I was actually hoping I would pass out, so I wouldn't be able to feel any of the pain that I knew was coming up soon. I looked up at him, and my eyes grew wide with terror. He was coming towards me with a fire poker from our fireplace, and he started to hit me with it.
I was crying, and pleading, "Dad, please stop! This is child abuse!" Tears were streaming down out of my eyes.
"Does it look like I give a damn what this is?!" he kept hitting me over and over with it, until I finally passed out.
When I woke up, I was still laying on my living room floor. There was a puddle of dried up blood next to me, and I could hardly move. I looked around, and didn't see my dad anywhere. I saw the fire poker sitting next to me, and it was covered in my blood. I blinked a few times, and tried to sit up. I rose up a little bit, but ended up just falling back down. "Why couldn't he have just killed me? It would have been a lot easier on him and me. He wouldn't have to deal with me, and I wouldn't have to endure this pain..." I thought to myself. I started crying again, and everything started blanking out.
I woke up again, and this time, I could move slightly. I knew I had to do something about me bleeding before I bled to death. I sat up very slowly, and looked at the time. It was 4:32 in the morning. My guess would have to be that my dad was still out drinking, since hes been sober for three days. "Thank goodness he's drinking," I sighed. It's not as painful when he beats me when he's drunk. Why did he have to be sober?" I cried, and started trying to get up. I got up for two seconds, and then fell back down. My stomach started growling, and my mouth had a nasty taste from the blood in my mouth. I tried getting up again, and this time succeeded for a longer amount of time. I used things like the couch and what not to help myself walk over to the bathroom, so I could bandage myself up. When I first got in the bathroom, I made the mistake of looking over at the mirror to see what I looked like. I ended up having bruises all over my body, there was blood trailing out of my mouth, and a little spot on my forehead was bleeding. I didn't really want to find out what all else was in a bad condition, but I had to. I started getting undressed to get in the shower to rinse the blood off of me, when I noticed that the whole backside of my shirt was covered in blood. Everything ached, so I hadn't paid too much attention to my back, until now. I turned my back towards the mirror, and saw that there was a huge spot at the bottom of my left shoulder blade that was caked with blood. I almost fainted because of what I saw. I checked everything else, and they were in pretty good condition compared to my back. I crawled into the shower and got all of the blood off of me, and bandaged my back once I got out.
