THEY ARE MY ANGEL'S (MDLG Story)

ONE: Found!

[ONE: Found!] [Warning: Trigger's]

Erina Ann Grey's (POV)

The rain was falling on me, adding to the tears I was shedding.

I'd finally escaped that house of torture, but now I don't know where to go. Although I was freezing and shivering, I didn't mind, it was helping to distract me from all the pain I was in. He laid into me again and mom just watched tonight-all because I was a few minutes late home. He had already been drinking, so I walked into another beating for no real reason. My being late simply irritated him, and he just wanted to see me crying in pain.

(Flashback)

"You're a stupid waste of space, you're late again and I have had it with you!" Dad was yelling in my face and mom as standing to the side just watching with a smirk on her face. "Are you even listening to me?!, I felt the first punch, then felt blood running down my chin.

Whimpering, I cried out, "Pwease no hurt, no hurt. I'm sorry Daddy!" He punched me several more times causing me to fall down and curl into a ball covering my stomach. "What are you, a baby? You want me to show you what happens to pathetic babies?!" He kicked me repeatedly; I was in so much pain and just wanted this to finally be the end. I couldn't take it anymore.

I must have moved my arm because the next thing I felt was my arm breaking, causing me to scream bloody murder. My dad was laughing and took a swig of his beer before looking over at my mom. "Put this thing in the basement," he growled as he walked into the living room to watch his games. I felt so sick but held it in knowing I would get beaten more if I threw up on the floor. My mother came over and began dragging me to the basement, ripping it open and tossing me inside like I was a piece of trash. I managed to roll down the stairs but must have caught my leg and back on a few jagged boards; I could feel tender spots all over now, they would surely become bruises to go along with the gashes which were trickling blood whenever they appeared. I took a few shaky breaths, gasping each time from the pain I am in; my head was swimming, my body felt like it was on fire, and I thought I could throw up with every shallow.

The next thing I knew I was regaining consciousness, still in the same position on the basement floor. I didn't move a muscle, regaining my bearings and trying to remain silent to hear if they were awake; the house was deathly silent. I inched myself up from the floor, trying to get up without using my right arm. It took me a long time, but when I managed to get up I slowly and quietly made my way up the stairs.

All I could think was please be unlocked, please. I grabbed the handle and turned it, for the first time in my life I found some luck because the door was unlocked. I sighed with relief and painfully made my way out of the basement, making sure to close and lock the door to make it look like I was still down there. I made my way through the kitchen and investigated the living room to see if my dad was still in there. Looking around the corner I could see he was still there but passed out sleeping, my luck was holding because I knew it would be hard to wake him from his drunken state.

I quickly made my way to the front door not caring anymore, I knew I had to get out of here or he would kill me. My mom would just watch or help him. I tried the door and lightly smiled, my luck had held and my escape from this hell was almost complete. It was pouring rain, but I just started running without paying any more attention to my pain. I kept going until I was far enough away to feel the distance; I tried to catch my breath as I began to walk the streets and find a place to hide for the night.

(End of Flashback)

Looking around to see where I was, I had not the slightest clue. Noticing an alleyway that had a few coverings over the back of some stores, I made my way over to the farthest one, by a dumpster, and I was finally clear of most of the rain. The adrenaline rush which had assisted in my escape was starting to wear off now and I was starting to feel the battering my little body had taken, so I just curled up on the ground.