(A/n: the chapter is shorter than it was because everything I TYPIED didn't get save so I'm upset. So it's choppy :-) )
The alcoholics came home angrier and louder than usual. I could hear the front door slam shut and three objects shatter already. Which for me was a sign to pray to God that they weren't going to bother me at all tonight..
Upstairs in my room, it was quiet and peaceful. I was trying to finish my anatomy homework, but the sounds just kept getting louder by the second. Since I was little I learned to use my hearing to distinctly know which footsteps were which. My father's heavy while my mother's normal.
When the heavy footsteps began to be combined with a creaking noise. I knew he was coming up the stairs now.. Tossing everything around and grabbing my run away bag I began to toss clothes into it. Anything I could reach and everything I needed while I was out of here. Finishing up I walked over the window and pulled up the seal. Before I could go through, the door flew open.
"Well well well, you going somewhere little bitch?" I turned to face my father, intoxicated with a beer bottle in his hand. Throwing it at me it hit the window. I was going to explain I wasn't leaving till he grabbed a handful of my hair. Tugging it harshly as he pulled me with him, yelling every cuss word at me.
Getting to the stairs he began to slap me repetitively and occasional kicks and knees to the stomach were brought up. If I groan I would be hit harder, so I kept my mouth shut.. Spinning me around to face the stairs, he ordered me to go down. Hesitantly taking a step forward, the shove was felt and I was falling down.
Every 1-2 seconds of my head or body hitting the stairway, the steps, the railing, and then finally the floor. The impact to the floor was a bigger pain than I thought. The pain flooded everywhere and spread like a wildfire. Not eating for a few days cause my resistance to this to be weaker. Looking at the back door I noticed it was slightly open. Giving me a chance of hope that I could escape. My mother on the other hand, spared no mercy once she saw me.
"GET UP YOU LITTLE CRY BABY WHORE!" She yelled as she took hold of my arm. Pulling me up she then threw me to the wall with no hesitation. The sound from hitting the wall boomed throughout the house, along with a cracking sound. It could either be the case that was near by, or one of my bones cracking.
Looking over I noticed a spray bottle full of cleaner fluid. Slowly kicking over to me with my foot, I picked up the bottle. When my mother got closer enough, I put the bottle in front of me. Repeatedly pushing on the trigger to let the fluid out and hit her face. When she pulled back I dropped the bottle.
"YOU FUCKING SLUT! YOU'LL PAY FOR YOUR SHIT!" She yelled throughout the house. The heavy footsteps moving around upstairs was my cue to leave.
Taking all the strength I could I ran towards the door. Running out I pushed through it as I went to the back. The wet grass was under my feet as the trees began to appear. The adrenaline must of kicked in because at that moment I felt no pain.
"I'M COMING FOR YA BITCH!" The thought of them getting me back had more tears falling down my face. Running and running I screamed profanities loudly back at them. Right when I tripped over a rock and ran into someone. I took no time to beg.
"Please, please, please help me! t-they're g-g-going to k-kill m-me!" I begged inbetween sobs. I wrap my arms around whoever it was and began sobbing into their shirt.
When the yelling got closer the shock came as the world got dark. My eyes shut and I passed out. Praying that the person I ran into would help me...
