I walked into the house with a sudden chill. Something felt different to me and I didn't know what. I walked into the kitchen to find only him sitting at the new to me table. He looked up at me with an evil grin and began to stand up. Fear sudden rushed and it reminded me of my real father. I backed out of the room with as much speed as I could muster up.
"Where do you think you're going?" he said in a hushed voice as if this were a game.
I had not been in the house alone with him, ever.
I tripped on the lamp cord and fell to the floor. Once on the floor that's when the panic hit me. I began to freak out. I needed to get up and out of here. I could hear his breath and footsteps.
"Please," I whistled out and crawled further to the wall.
I was completely against the wall when I saw his shadow creep into the room. I held my breath.
"Why was this happening?"I questioned myself.
I couldn't do this. I stood up quickly and rushed for the door. With my finger tips clenching the knob, I turned it and a sudden weight pushed me against the door. I couldn't catch my breath. I felt as if I was suffocating and I was going to pass out.
My vision became blurry and I tried my best to push him off. He stood his ground and pushed me harder into the door. I slipped to the ground and between his legs. I crawled down the hall and heard his footsteps. I quickly tried to get off my hand and knees but was suddenly crushed by the weight again.
I cried out in pain and I hand slapped against my mouth.
"Do it again and I will kill you," the dark voice said.
I tried to scratch me out of his grip but it was too strong. I was almost out of his grip when a sudden fist connected with my face. I felt as if a baseball and came barreling at me and hit me dead on in a baseball game. I was dazed for a minute until another came my way. This one hurt more. Two more came after that and I felt numb and didn't know what to do.
He dragged me upstairs and slowly walked down the hall to his room. I cried to myself.
"No," I whispered in my last hope.
To show no care he threw me on his bed.
Beep! Beep! Beep! I slammed my hand against the alarm.
I sat straight up. I was covered in a cold sweat. I had been having this dream for the past week and it still makes my skin crawl. I wish it hadn't been real. I curled my knees behind my arms. It was like protection to me. I sighed my mom was probably was making breakfast and he was probably still sleeping. It was the first day of school and I was not prepared. I thought to myself. I didn't want to see him. I will try to eat and leave before he gets up. I rushed out of bed and dressed quickly. Almost tripping down the stairs I made it to the kitchen. When I turned into the room I saw him sitting at his regular seat. A sudden fear and chill shot threw me. I felt as if I was going to be sick. He looked at me with a glare. I knew what he was thinking.
He had said it every time he hurt me. I turned towards my mom.
"I'm not hungry, I'm just going to go," I said and grabbed an apple while walking toward the door.
"Why don't you eat with us," said the man I hated.
I turned to see his innocent father look.
"I'm good," I responded again trying to get out of the door.
"Sit Amy," he commanded in his dark voice.
My mother was still busy cooking her only heard part of the disagreement and didn't hear his tone. I was too scared to leave for it would be a lot worse when I came home. I shivered and sat down across from him. He glanced at me and then started to read his paper. I sat there useless. The phone rang.
"I'll get it!" I jumped. I picked up the phone.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Hey want to walk to school today, we have to leave now?" asked my best friend Anne.
"Thank you," I exclaimed and hung up the phone.
"Anne wants to walk so I'm going to go, "I said as I grabbed my bag.
I was out the door before anyone could stop me. I ran down my steps like there was no tomorrow. Anne was sitting on my last step looking at her phone.
"Hey," she said without looking up.
"Hey, let's go," I said and started walking down the street.
"Coming," she yelled catching up to me.
I started to walk in a panic.
"Slow down," Anne said trying to catch her breath.
I wasn't paying attention and just noticed I had been running.
"We have time," she gasped.
"Sorry," was all I could say.
We walked the rest of the way at a steady rate. When we arrived to the newly built high school we found our group that we stand with everyday.
"Hey," they all simultaneously asked.
"Hey," I responded and sat on the bench next to the group.
I felt sick and cold.
"Hey are okay?" Anne asked.
"Fine" I responded.
She left to the group. I used my arms to keep my head up. My neck ached from last night. Deeper chills set into my bones. I didn't want to go home. He was there.
"Is this seat taken?" I sweet voice filled my ears.
I looked up to see a tall, endearing boy. He had short brown and nice green eyes.
"Is there?" he asked with a smirk.
"Oh, no one sitting there," I choked out embarrassed.
He took a seat and was only a couple inches away from me.
"So what grade are you in," he said to break the silence.
"11th," I responded turning my attention to a tree. I made it look as I found something to do than talk to him.
He didn't notice. "I'm new here this year, I too am in 11th, maybe we might have a class together," he said with a warm smile.
I was looking right at him. I tried to look away but he seemed nice. I quick flash of him went through my head. I jumped a little.
"Is everything okay?" he asked apolitically as if he had done something wrong.
"Nothing," I responded and jumped to my feet.
"Class is going to start soon," I said and walked awkwardly and quickly away.
When I got to my group of friend I sighed.
"What's up?" Anne asked.
"Nothing," I responded and heard the bell.
"Time for another school year of boredom!" Anne screamed while we walked into the school. I smiled at her enthusiasm.