Blood Red (EDITING)

Too Far - 1

He finally went too far. He had been doing things like this for a few years now but this was the farthest he's ever gone. He punched me down the stairs. My own father.
Tears streamed down my bruised face as I thought about this and shoved my clothes in my suitcase. I shoved all my clothing and my few little knickknacks I wanted to keep in. I was finally leaving. I only had one friend and my sister was the only other one I cared about leaving.
  "You have to go. He's a monster now and you can't take anymore of his shit! You are a powerful werewolf for Christ sake!" I whispered to myself as a reminder.
  He hadn't always been awful. I was always the odd one out and the different one. He tried to cope with that when I was younger while everybody just seemed disgusted by me like they knew what I was. Once he got his new job he made a lot more money and life was okay for a while. Then he started working more hours and became more and more stressed. Apparently I annoyed him too much when I was 13 because he snapped at me and pushed me, hard. I landed on the couch he had in his office but it still happened. He didn't even apologize he just stared at me before going back to his work.
  That's how it all started. That long night 8 years ago. Since then he started using the tiniest little thing I did wrong as an excuse to get his anger and stress out. I constantly asked him to stop but he paid me no attention anymore. He had only pushed me, slapped me, punched me and he even kicked me once, until now.
  He had just lost 4 clients to their rival firm and he was pissed. I bumped into him at the top of the stairs, barely touching shoulders, but he grabbed me and spun me around. I wasn't prepared for him to say nothing and simply punch me hard so hard that I tasted blood. Then I fell down the stairs. All of them. If I wasn't a werewolf I probably would have been hospitalized.
  Mom was oblivious. She just assumed that the bruises were from me harming myself or from staying out late at night and being roughly fucked by several men. That is actually what she thought, she had told me as much. That's my mother for you.
  I have to stop thinking about them. I turned to the wall behind me and got down on my knees. The little outlet has been a fake since my dad first pushed me. I cut a hole into the wall and hid things in it, just in case. I pulled it off the wall and pulled out the money. I had a sizable amount, about $13,000. I've worked since I was 15, stole money from my brother and parents. My best friend Joseph also donated to me whenever he could. I hadn't planned on telling him about my dad but he visited me before my bruises were fully healed and I had to tell him.
   I shoved the money in my pocket and wiped my eyes again. Luckily I wasn't wearing any make up so it didn't run. That would only make things worse. I grabbed my suitcase and as quietly as I could, made my way downstairs.
  On the way past his office I heard my father talking to somebody. "Yes, I know how much her blood goes for. No she doesn't know. Managed to make her bleed this morning but it healed too fast and the blood soaked into the carpet. My dear Dove won't know," he said and a smile appeared on his thin lips. I gasped but clapped my hand over my mouth making more noise. His head snapped towards the door but I was gone. I ran as fast as I could in human form with an awkward suitcase.
  I jumped into the cab I had called to meet me at Joseph's house. I jumped in and just told him to go. He seemed hesitant as he saw my father stick his head out of the open door and glare directly at us. I pulled the money out of my pocket and waved it into his face.
  Finally, I was leaving. I was going to go to a place I've always wanted to visit. England. I actually smiled as I thought of how far away from here I would be. I glanced at the clock and laughed. It was 1:39am.
  "Happy Halloween," I mumbled. We made it to the airport in about an hour. I threw the money at the cab driver and walked into the airport quickly. I didn't have a ticket yet so I hope there was a plane leaving soon to England. Anywhere in England
There was a red eye flight in 2 hours. I would just have to avoid him for 2 hours. Shouldn't be awful right? Wrong. He did come here, and he brought everybody with him. My older brother Micky, my little sister Reese and my mother, her name is Wanda.
  I had to hide in this weird little foreign restaurant run by an Indian man and his Chinese partner, I knew my parents were simply repulsed to be near it. Reese was the only person in my family who wasn't racist and homophobic. And me of course.
  "Dove!" She squealed when she spotted me. Luckily my parents weren't near so I ran to her tiny little 5 year old frame and put my hand on her mouth hugging her.
  "Hey Reese's Cup! You need to be quiet. I have to go okay? Please don't tell daddy and mommy where I am. I'll video chat you as often as I can." I rushed out looking her in the eyes to show I was serious. Her own eyes filled with tears and I hugged her again. "No need to cry baby, I need to get away because daddy hurt me. I'll be back, someday," that last part was a lie. I didn't plan on ever coming back.
  "Okay Dove. I love you!" She said as she ran out still crying. I trusted her not to tell them where I was but she was only 5, she could slip up.
  Luckily I heard the announcement that my plane was boarding. I grabbed my ticket and suitcase and started running. I saw them out of the corner of my eye but they were all looking the other way.
  I shoved my ticket at the lady and ran down the connecting hallway onto the plane. I shoved my suitcase in the tiny over head bin and plopped down in the seat. I had a window seat so I had a good view at least.
  "We will be departing in 20 minutes. Happy Halloween!" The voice came over the intercom. Everything will be better now. It has to be...