---Isabella's POV---
I was up in my room crying and I looked out the window. I see the car. The car that brings my worst dreams home. My Uncle Freddy.
I could tell that he was drunk and not in a good mood by the swerving and loudness of the engine in the car. I prepared myself for the worst because I knew what was going to happen when he came home. He would take out all of his anger out on me and I couldn't do anything about it. If I did, I would just get beat worse.
You're probably wondering why I don't call the police and tell them everything, so I'll tell you. Freddy monitors the phones in the house to make sure I don't tell anyone what he does to me. If I do, he will kill me.
And I will always want to escape from him. I have been planning this plan for a very long time and I have just been waiting for the opportunity.
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I'm watching him get out of the car and he slams the car door so hard it's like an earthquake. He walks down the path to enter his house and he slams the door open. It will be REALLY hard to keep my mouth shut tonight. I'm a smart aleck pretty much 24/7 except for the times when I'm crying to myself in the corner.
I hear the pounding footsteps coming up the stairs and my bedroom door slams open. "Yup he's drunk." I thought. And then it started.
The pain hurt so bad I felt like all my insides were being pulled out.
He screams at me, "You're worthless! You're a piece of crap who needs a life!" and me being me, I slurred back saying with blood dripping from my mouth, "Is that the best you got old man?!".
He bubbles up with rage and his eyes's pupils dilated 5 times smaller than usual. "Oh crap. Now I've done it!" I scolded myself. He comes in for the punch and then it's pitch black.
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When I wake up, I'm not in my room. I'm on a island. It's very tropical and pretty. The blue sea shimmers in the sunlight. I say very loudly, "Hellooooo! Is anyone here?". And then the most weirdest thing ever happens.
A boy appears out of the trees. He says in a very shocked and surprised voice, "You're a girl!".
I respond back saying, "Yeah I remember that every month." He laughs and oh my god it is the best sound I've ever heard. I ask him, "Who are you?". He laughs again (oh my god) and he responds with the cutest face on, "I'm Peter, Peter Pan."
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