Chapter 1 ~ Running away
"Ivy" My cruel dad said, ordering me to his side.
"Yes, sir" I said trying my best to keep the disgust out of my voice and the thoughts of his beautiful demise out of my eyes.
"Where is my dinner it is 5:01 and I expect it to be on the table at precisely 5 o'clock" he said his voice emotionless.
"It should be finished in a minute, sir" I said preparing myself for the blow I would receive momentarily.
"why is that Ivy????" he asked taking a step towards me with a menacing glint in his eye.
I just stood, my feet frozen to the spot as my body began to tremble and I sent out a quick prayer to god. Begging him to save me, somehow, someway. Like I did every night but, it never helped me a bit.
SMACK!!!!!
I INGORED THE HORRID STING IN MY CHEEK AND THE CRUNCH I HAD HEARD FROM MY NOW BROKEN JAW REFUSING TO SHED A TEAR. To show weakness in front of the horrid monster I am forced to call my father.
" I asked you a question " he shouted furious.
" your food isn't finished because they didn't have the steak you wanted in town so I had to drive to the next town over, sir" I said trying my hardest not to tremble and to my surprise my voice sounded calm and sure. As if I was talking about the weather and not my sure demise.
" I don't care about what you have to do. I want my dinner on the table by 5:00!!!!!! I should have killed you when I had the chance you worthless idiot!!!! He shouted and then the punches and kicking began decorating my body with blacks, blues and purples of all shades and to finish it off blood gushing from the wounds on my arms and legs. While, he got his anger out on me as if I were a human punching bag which I was to him. I stayed silent grinding my teeth and my bones screamed in protest and tears threatened to spill.
When the pain became to much I close my eyes and slowed my breathing convincing him I had gone unconscious.
"aww it's no fun when your asleep guess I'm finished for the night. Your lucky girl, real lucky. I have become bored with keeping you around. I think I will end your useless life tomorrow. Take you out of your misery" He said the end with a chuckle and then swiftly walked away to the living room to watch football.
As soon as he was gone I quietly stood up ignoring the pain that over took me and snuck into my room as I should call it. The beloved attic with a sleeping bag and a pile of clothes that I HAD BOUGHT WITH THE MONEY I EARNED FROM WORK.
I LAID DOWN ON THE SLEEPING BAG and set my watch to beep at 12:00.
Today would be the day that I ran. That I get away from this monster.
I had saved money from the job that my dad didn't know about and now had 5,545 dollars stashed in the attic ceiling where he could never find it. I would finally be free.
I went to sleep with a smile on my face hoping my plan worked.
{12:00}
Beep....Beeeeep.......Beeeeeeep
My watch awoke me as I silently stood up grabbing a duffel bag I had found when I first was given this room. It used to belong to my mother.
A silent tear fell down my cheek when I thought of her warm, loving smile.
I metaly slapped myself for thinking about her at the moment I needed to have a clear in order for my plan to work.
I lied to my father earlier. I had not gone to other towns I had been organizing the details of my escape.
I would leave the house at 12:15 then, I would walk to the train station nearby and ride it to l.A. There I could find a job and hope he doesn't find me until, I am 18 then I will not be forced to return to the horrible home ever again. Then I will make his life living hell. For all that he has put me through.
As I thought about my plan I packed the few pieces of clothing I owned, some water bottles and snacks I had bought at the store I work at earlier In the day and a picture of me, my sister and mother. Oh how I missed my mom's sweet smile and how me and lily always finished each others sentences and laughing every time we did.
I checked my watch and saw that it was not 12:09 which meant that I had 6 minutes to finish packing and get out of the house. I couldn't mess the train. So I quickly shoved the money, my fake I.D which said the name that I would now be known as. Violet Thorne. Catchy name I thought to myself as I pulled the duffle bag onto my shoulder opening my window and letting the rope I had fall down to the ground. The other end I had tied to the leg of my bed which was leaning against the wall. I pulled on the rope to make sure the knot was tight enough and then hoisted my self onto the rope climbing down. Chanting to myself to not look down because I was terrified of heights. I have been ever since I was a little girl.
After what seemed like hours but, really was only minutes my feet touched the beautiful, beloved ground and then I ran. Turning corner after corner my feet following the pathway I had memorized on the map in my back pocket.
After a few minutes I had made it to the train station and my heart wept when it saw my savior. That train would mean the freedom. But, I wasn;t home free yet. I had to get to L.A first.
I walked to the train ticket booth and bought one ticket to L.A. Such a little price for my freedom I thought and I faded into the crowd entering the small train door. I silently walked to the back and took a seat not wanting to gain any attention. But, of course luck wasn't on my side as the guy ahead of me turned around and staring telling me about how much of a freak I was, that I was a horrible emo who cuts herself, and that I was worthless yadadadada. Nothing I have never heard before by a preppy jock but, it still stung a tiny bit. Was I really so horrible that even people who saw me for the first time saw an ugly monster in my place. But, I quickly shook the thought from my head. Mad at myself for letting words hurt me so much. To let them harm me inside my heart.
I just zoned the idiot out and stared out the window until, he shut up. Which took quiet awhile I might add but, he did have to leave the bus at sometime and for that I was grateful.
I still had half a day on the train till I reached my destination so I let my eyes win and closed them. Sinking into the world of dreams my only sanctuary.
