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"GET THE HELL IN YOUR ROOM. HOW DARE YOU DISRESPECT ME. YOU ARE NOT GOING ANYWHERE AND THAT IS FINAL" he yelled, throwing his empty beer bottle at the wall beside me. He sat in his dark blue rocking chair. Wearing a dark red shirt and black basketball shorts. The top of his head shining from the glare of the ceiling fan. I couldn't stand to even look him in the eye right now. I hate when he's like this. It's revolting. "Now go get me another beer because you had to make me get rid of mine" he said, staring back at the screen. I shuffled my feet against the carpet as I walked to the kitchen.

Gawd I can't stand him sometimes. All I asked him was, "would it be alright if I went to my friend Alex's house down the block?" Then of course I get yelled at. Whatever, it doesn't matter anyway. I'm planning on running away with Alex to Chicago to see my parents. I looked in the magnetic mirror hanging on our fridge and saw my disgusting, bruised, and scratched up face. There was a chunk of hair out of my head from him grabbing my by it, and dragging my up or down the stairs. It could be worse. At least I have a home and clothes on my body. "What the hell is taking so damn long in there?!" He yelled. Lazy ass.

I picked up a beer and slammed the fridge shut. I handed him it and he smacked me on the back of the head. "You're going to break the damn fridge that I have to pay for to feed your ungrateful ass everyday" he said, poking my chest. "Now, wouldn't it be nice to get a damn 'thank you' once in awhile?" He said, staring at me. I was staring at the floor, but I sensed his eyes burning into my head. "Thank you" I whimpered. "What?!" "Thank you!" I yelled. He slapped me and I fell to the floor. "Don't yell at me you fuckin' moron" he spat. We both perked our heads up when there was a knock on the door.

"Detroit police!" A man yelled. I went to go answer, but my boyfriend shoved me harshly into the wall. He opened the door half way, to not show the messy house and his abused girl/boyfriend. "Can I help you?" he smiled. Rot in hell. "We're here because somebody reported a noise complaint, like banging and yelling" the man said. " that must've been someone else sir, see, I just woke up" he chuckled. "I can smell the stench of alcohol coming off you sir. Do you have a wife, child, or a girlfriend that you were arguing with perhaps?" He persisted. "No, like I said I just woke up" he said.

"Do you mind if we check around sir?" The man at the door persisted. "Look man, I know you're trying to do your job. But, I just woke up and my house is a mess. Maybe we can reschedule this another time" he laughed. Yell for help. Scream. Bang on the wall. Do. something.

I was frozen. My head, back, and cheek hurt immensely. I haven't eaten anything since this morning. Do something. "Okay sir, have a good one, sorry for interrupting your slumber" the man at the door said. You missed it. How pathetic. He closed the door and looked down at me. He rolled his eyes and threw his hands up in the air. "You see what you got me into? You're lucky I don't start locking your ass back in the basement again. Well? What're you doing? Get up!" He said, grabbing my wrist and yanking me upstairs.

My only chance.

Lmao y'all really thought that was the end

Now's my chance.

He was sound asleep, but I still had to be careful. So much as a creak could wake him up. I slowly got out of bed and made my way to the door. I slowly twisted the door knob with my sweaty palms. Holding my breath, I successfully opened it and made my way down the hall. Trying to do this many times before, but either getting caught or quitting half way, I knew where to step so the stairs wouldn't creak. I made it to the kitchen and saw the phone. The moonlight reflecting off the shiny black metal back into my eyes. I slowly let out a shaky, long held, breath and grasped the phone in my sweaty palm. My hands were shaking and my teeth chattered. I slowly dialed. 9. Come on. 1. Please. 1. This is my one and only chance. I clicked enter and it run once before someone answered.

"Hello, Detroit police department. How can we help you?" The lady said. Goosebumps crossed my skin. My neck starting to sweat and my eyes prickling with tears. "Hello?" She spoke again. Say something. No, hang up. Then she spoke softly, "it's okay. You're going to be okay" She said. "H-Help" I whispered. "Where are you?" She asked. "12345 s kelvin st" I whispered. "Are you okay?" She asked. No. "I-" I started, but let it fall into silence. "Our officers are on the way is there-" she was cut off by something hitting me in the head. "AHHHH" I screamed, clutching my head. "You little fucking shit" he spat, kicking me into the fridge door.

"You're in deep shit now" he said, wrapping his giant hands around my tiny throat. I stuck my nails into his hands and he groaned in pain, still maintaining his hold around my neck. "You fucking. Ungrateful. Bitch." He said punching me across the face. I shielded my face and flipped onto my stomach. I tried crawling away, but he only grabbed my hair and pulled me back. "I should fucking kill you. You hear me?! Fucking! Kill you!" He said, slamming my head into the floor. There was a loud noise. "DPD PUT YOUR HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE THEM!" A man yelled. He dropped his hold on my hair, letting my head fall limp into the pool of blood below me.

Once they cuffed him I sat in the back of the ambulance as the lady continued you clean my head wound and clog my nose. "Excuse me? Hi, I'm Connor, I work for the DPD. I was wondering if I could question you?" He spoke. The way he raised his eyebrows and cocked his head made my heart rate pick up. "Uh sure. Why don't you uh- come inside the back here with m-me, so you don't get all wet from the rain" I spoke. He turned to the nurse, showing his LED blinking yellow. So he's an android. "Uh sure" He said. Sitting delightfully next to me. He started reading off questions to me, which I answered. "Do you have any family?" He asked. "My parents live in Chicago from what I know of, b-but no one else that I-I know of" I shivered. "They'd probably hate to see what I've become now. A disgusting looking, patchy haired, bruised, bitch who doesn't know how to defend themselves for 9 months" I said.

"Well, I don't think that of you" Connor chirped, tapping his pen on my knee. "Actually, I think you're one of the prettiest girls I've seen... sure you have a few cuts and bruises, but does it matter?" He said freely. My heart stopped and I held my breath. I let out a breathy laugh, "sure Connor. I'm so damn tired". "Well lay down" he said, patting his lap. He's awfully bold for an android. "I-" I started. "It's fine. Get some sleep. You deserve it" he smiled. I nodded and smiled a little, resting my head on his lap and slowly drifted to sleep.