I was half way up to the window when the trellis gave way beneath me. I watched it fall to the ground and clung for dear life on the gutter. My fingers were bleeding and the gutter was creaking. I saw the front light coming on and heard the key turn in the front door. I hauled myself up quickly and flew through the window and into bed fully clothed. I lay awake for a while, thinking about things. About life.
Do you ever think about life?
I finally I must have fallen asleep else I wouldn’t of been able to wake up would I? I woke up to feel a drop of water splash onto my cheek. I opened my eyes to see my dad hovering above me. He was red in the face and sweating.
“I’ve put up new trellis” he snarled. I saw my battered old trainer sticking out from my quilt. I moved quickly to cover it but he saw it and pulled my blanket away. “So it was you” he hissed. “I knew it.”
“No, no” I said. He started to unbuckle his belt and I sank further into my bed. I pulled it out and hit my legs. Again and again and again. The pain was agonizing.
Soon he left me there, my legs red raw. I pulled on some clean clothes carefully, so not to hurt my sore legs.
I went downstairs to see my mum crying. “Are you ok Heidi sweetheart? Did he hurt you? I’m so sorry.”
I looked at the bruises on her arms and the scar down her face.
“Mum are you ok?” I choked. She was always looking like this but today she was wearing jeans. She never wore jeans only shorts and skirts. Dad wouldn’t let her wear jeans. She hobbled towards me dragging her left leg behind her. “I’m fine darling” she whispered in my ear. “Just a little fall” I could tell she was lying. “You know me, I’m so clumsy.”
I couldn’t stand to see mum like this. So helpless and hurt. I left the house wearily, I didn’t want to leave mum alone. I knew I wouldn’t be able to see her when I got back as she’d be at work. Mum works as a model, even though she hates it. Dad makes her just like he makes her wear skimpy clothes, we may as well be his slaves not family. I closed the door quietly behind me and turned the key in the lock. I wondered slowly down the street deep in thought. What if mum was really badly hurt? I tried to shake the thoughts out of my mind and do my errands.
When I got back around two hours later mum was still at work. She must have been working overtime. Dad brushed past me and mumbled he was going to pick mum up from work. I was glad of this as I’d have the house to myself for a while, maybe I could paint my nails and catch up on the news. He came back not long later without mum.
I gave him a funny look “Where’s mum?” I asked. He didn’t reply he just went back outside and took the shovel from the car into the shed.
I repeated myself “Where’s mum?” he shot me an evil glance.
“She wasn’t there” he said through clenched teeth. Then he went in the shower and I didn’t see him for the rest of the day.
When mum didn’t come back in the evening I started to worry. I wondered why dad wasn’t worried and why he wasn’t looking for her. That’s when it hit me. She’s run away! She’s got away from living as a slave and one day we’ll reunite, just like a fairytale.
I slept better than ever before that night. In the morning I got dressed and brushed my teeth and whistled all the way down the stairs. I switched on the TV and the news was on. Just as I was throwing myself onto the couch mum’s face appeared on the TV.
“37 year old Linda Hardy’s body has been identified. She was found earlier today buried in a ditch in the local woods.
I let out a startled cry. Dad barged in and turned off the television. Then he locked himself in his room for the rest of the day.
I spent the day curled up on the sofa with a box of tissues. Suddenly images started flashing through my mind. Dad had gone out yesterday in his dirtiest clothes. He had come back late without her. He look at least twice as long as usual in the shower and he had the shovel with him. It all fitted together. My dad was a killer and maybe I was next.
I ran upstairs and stuffed a backpack with some of my things. I didn’t dare go out through the squeaky old front door so I climbed from my window down the new trellis. I scratched my legs on the way down but I was used to that sort of pain.
Then I ran. I don’t know exactly where or how far. I just ran through fields and passed shops and houses. When I couldn’t run anymore I stopped outside a small shop. I wasn’t too sure where I was. I looked at the food row after to row on shelf after shelf. Then I remembered that I hadn’t brought any money that I didn’t have any money at all. Dad had taken all mine a while back.
So there I was. Somewhere I didn’t know, on my own with no food or money. I swung my bag over my shoulder and walked for a while, thinking about everything. My dad killing my mum mainly. Did she suffer? Did she know she was going to die? So many unanswered questions went through my mind.
My stomach grumbled. I was so hungry I felt ill. I hadn’t eaten all day and I had to eat something. I rummaged in my pockets to find empty wrappers, they were no good. I didn’t want to but I knew it was the only way I could stay fit. I walked normally in a small corner shop and browsed the shelves. When nobody was looking I quickly shoved some biscuit and such in my bag and hurried from the shop. I’d got away with it… this time.
I scurried away into a dark alley and ate my tea behind a skip.
It took me until the dead of night to fall asleep. When I woke up the following morning my body was stiff.
I stood up and stretched, remembering the events of the previous day. I swallowed, put on a brave face and started walking down the street.
That’s all I did that day. Walk. I walked and walked. I walked until my legs felt as if they were no longer attached. I walked in every direction not knowing where I was going.
I stopped feeling I couldn’t walk any further. I leaned against a wall and slid down until I was sat on the floor. I closed my eyes, but quickly opened them for the images behind my eyelids were too disturbing. When I opened my eyes I looked round and saw that I had walked all the way to the woods. There was crime tape all around the tree’s and a big hole in the floor. ‘That’s where mum was buried’ I told myself.
I gulped and pushed myself up. I walked slowly up to the opening of the wood and stood and stared. I knew I couldn’t go in. I knew I shouldn’t. But it felt as if someone had taken over my body, I didn’t want to, but I could feel my body slipping under the tape…
To be continued
I know its pretty rubbish but please take to note i havnt been writing long and i am twelve thanx =D
