Pointless Pain

Chapter 4

Finally I awoke after what felt like an eternity in darkness. I tried to move my hands to my head but they were tied down to the dinner table. "huh?"

I looked to the other end to see father's disturbing smile. I gasped. "Now you can't escape punishment." From under his bandage he showed the glint of a knife. My heart beat began to rise. He slowly walked towards me; spinning the knife in his hand. I wriggled, trying to break free. "Hush now Libby dear." Father hushed me. "You crook! You ugly freak!" I cried; tears streamed down my cheeks.

Bradley heard my screams and ran down the stairs. "Ibby, ibby! Daddy stop it!" Bradley ran to Fathers leg and tugged on his shirt. "Get off you little brat!" Father shouted, pushing Bradley to the ground; instantly he started crying. Mother rushed in to his aid. As she left, she looked at me with extreme worry in her eyes.

"Stupid women, I only married her for her looks, well and I won her through gambling. I payed £2000 bloody pounds for that old hag!" Anger flared in my belly. "I hate you, I hope you burn in hell!" He shushed me. Once he was stood in front of me he traced the knife up and down my arm. In my attempt to get away, I kicked him in the shin. "Damn you!" He shouted. The knife plunged into my hand.

I screamed and bellowed in pain! 'Pull yourself together, nows your chance to escape!' I screamed to myself in my head. Pulling hard on the ropes binding my other arm, I managed to slack my ropes enough to rip the knife from my other hand. I screamed as I pulled it free. Tentatively I cut through the ropes.

In an instant I was upstairs packing my backpack with essentials. Clothes, hair brush, my old doll and my phone. I heard Fathers cursing and screaming downstairs as he stood and thundered up the stairs. I climbed as carefully as I could out my window and down the drain pipe. I saw Peter stood in front of my newly fixed BMX; he wiped a bead of sweat off his brow.

As I ran by him, I grabbed my bike and jumped on it. "Hey where's my money?!" He shouted after me. I heard father start up the car; its engines roared as it followed in pursuit. The car quickly caught up with me, father had brought his small hand gun. He often used it to threaten us.

"Pull over Liberty!" He screamed. I didn't answer. He shot at me with terrible aim; each missing by like a mile. Well he was driving and shooting. Eventually I decided that I didn't want to risk being caught by father, so I went off road. I heard the car stop and father get out. He cursed and swore and kicked the ground. Oh well, do all he wants, he won't find me.

I knew mother and Bradley were at risk without me there for father to take his rage out on. I didn't care about mother. She didn't help me at all! Only little Bradley tried to help. Stupid father, stupid everything! I didn't have a plan on what to do now, all I knew was I would go stay at Chris' house. There was no turning back, but, I wasn't planning to.