And then it began. Pain spread throughout my cheekbones and my jawline as fists met my face. I screamed and cried out with terror and pain, tears rolling down my cheeks and soaking the top of my shirt. "Dad, stop!" I cried out, struggling to get out from under him. When I did, I was running down the stairs to the kitchen for a knife. I was desperate to protect myself, even if it meant murdering that pathetic excuse for a father.
"No, no, Sweetie! Daddy's only teaching you a lesson on not drinking too much!" My father said with a slurred tone, stumbling down the stairs and towards me. I shrieked, pulling out my phone and texting not only Paisley, but my other best friends, too. Jocelyn Paine, Lillian Woolly, Kayla Fisher, and Amelia Pimentil. My text read: Help me! Please, my father is going at it again! Ames, come pick me up! I need to spend the night!
"You better not be texting those friends about this!" My father screeched, slamming me against the wall and pressing both of his hands against my throat. I shrieked in pain, trying desperately to kick his shins. Apparently I succeeded, for he stumbled backward with a groan. That was my chance. I raced out of the kitchen as a car pulled into my driveway, stumbling up the stairs and grabbing a ton of bags. I stuffed all of my clothing and favorite belongings into it. Pictures of my mom, my laptop, my deodorant, etc. Then I peeked under my locked door, not seeing any shoes or feet. All I heard was glass shattering downstairs. I flung open my door, turning to stare at my now almost empty room before darting down the stairs. "Get back here, Anna Snow!" My father screamed, his eyes wild as he stumbled towards me. I grabbed the lamp, yanking the cord out of the wall plugin and smashing it against his head. The impact sent him wheeling backwards with a sharp cry, blood dripping from his wounded forehead. I sprinted to the door, flinging it open and darting out of it. Then I ran to the car, sliding into the front seat and slamming the door quickly. "Go, go, go!" I shouted with panic, buckling my seat-belt as Amelia put the car into reverse and pulled out of the driveway.
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Amelia's parents welcomed me with open arms. They'd always loved me, and I was a joy to have around, as Mrs. Pimentil said. I put my five bags in her room, giving her a big hug. "Thank you, Ames." I whispered and pulled away, flopping onto her bed. Well, our bed now. I knew I was safe. Well, for now. Was I ever going to escape forever? Or was there no escape?
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I hope you liked Chapter Four of No Escape! I know it's not very long, but I thought I'd throw something together really quick. Thanks for reading! Don't forget to vote and comment ideas / compliments!
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No Escape
HorrorGetting beaten has never been fun. But Anna Snow has always gone through with it all. The slaps across the face, the punches and the bloody noses. But guess where it's all at. Home. Not at school. At school, she fakes her "perfect" smile and hangs o...
