Authors Note: This slightly a different genre that are in this book. This is a really bad few first chapters it gets better and when I finish I will edit. But please tell me what u liked or didnt about this chapter. Enjoy* P.S I do not allow any copies of this story or chapters to be made..thank you.
"*SLAP*
Tears ran down my cheeks as I struggled to breathe. My arms were trapped tightly behind my back. He had finally got to me, he actually got me to break.
'Listen to me I am going to grab something I will be back in less than a minute hunny'..He purred, he then bent down to kiss my neck. I screamed, only to recieve another slap. 'Don't be like that darling'.. He whispered as he exited the door.
Tears from the moment I got in the room had been plasterd on my face. I took that time to see my surroundings. I was in my attic which was very lightly lit. Very cold. But to my suprise. Not. He had stripped me down to my underwear. I sat there contemplating things could get worse. What if he was planning to touch me?
And he called himself a great Dad. Dad my backfoot.
I couldn't hold it in no longer. I couldn't live with that idiot no more. Never had I ever been able to escape... That was punishment for a failed escape. But I couldn't hide anymore. And I wasn't going to.
I swing to my side landing on my stomach. I crawled using my stomach to slide to an arts and crafts desk that used to be Mum's there I shook the table hoping a sharp object fell. And luckily it did. I grabbed the scissors with my mouth and jammed them in a hole on the floor, causing me to cut my lip in the process. I sat up and rubbed the rope, that was binding my wrists together, on the scissors.
Small strands were separating. Till the whole rope slid off my wrists. I grabbed the scissors and cut the rope that tied my ankles together. As doing so footsteps were becoming louder. And as I had just cut the rope he had entered the room.
The unknown fuel of energy rose at that very moment. But I stood up and ran. Jumping out of the window. Ignoring the cold air. Ignoring the thorns I steped on. And ignoring my Dad's beckoning calls from behind me. That's my story."
I looked around and the group was faced by apologetic faces all around. A sigh of anger escaped my lips. I hated pity.
"You are a very brave woman to have such a hard story and share it with us." Chelsea announces. "Guys that's it for today our session is over. You can all go now, but uh.. can Emmy stay behind please?"
I fidgeted in my seat. Why me?
"I just wanted to say a very big well done for that encouraging story. Well done." she said as she tapped my back. I nodded a thank you and walked out. Because of my experiance not only do I have to live in an orphanage but have group sessions with those who have been abused.
As I walk out the doors the summer breeze blows my hair back and I breathe in the fresh air.
A year ago I was trapped in my attic and never knew this freedom.
I guess I am proud of myself. Well done Emerald Watson.
Don't forget to..
Comment
Vote
Follow
And add to reading list
Twitter: LuverofLitleMix
Instagram: Luver_of_LittleMix
YOU ARE READING
Life is Unpredictable
Teen Fiction"*SLAP* Tears ran down my cheeks as I struggled to breathe. My arms were trapped tightly behind my back. He had finally got to me, he actually got me to break. 'Listen to me I am going to grab something I will be back in less than a minute hunny'...
