Escape
Alisson Mc Grove
I wake up and rub my stinging eyes. Again I cried myself to sleep. I live with my father. My very, how do I put this? Oh, I know! Abusive, my very very abusive father. Once upon a time, I had a mother a brother, and my father. That changed when my mother left when I and my brother were about eight years old. My brother left too, when I was thirteen. Maybe it’s me.
I am snapped out of my thoughts when I realize my wolf, Psyche, is whimpering in the furthest corner of my mind. I feel bad, she’s always wanted a mate, to find her other half. I mean we both do, but with our current situation, that's never going to happen. I close my sore eyes and drift into a restless sleep. I don’t even get a few minutes before my father slams my door open and enters my room. His face is calm and peaceful but his eyes hold rage and anger “What now, Father?” I say exhaustedly. He laughs darkly before responding, “ So Allison, tell me. Why did I get you makeup if you won't use it?” He states calmly. “What do you m-mean?” I ask. He responds to my question with a hard slap. The assault makes my skin sting. I back into the wall behind my bed, whimpering. Tears soon begin trickling down my bruised face, making my eyes burn more from the lack of hydration.“You wasted my money! I got the makeup so you’d cover the bruises, you didn't cover them in the photos with you in those dresses! No one wants to buy you! That's the only thing I keep you alive for!” His voice is angered and agitated. He’s about to strike me again but is stopped when his phone rings lets out a frustrated groan he looks down and sighs, then looks back up at me.“ I have to take this, make me breakfast. Tonight I’ll show you to waste my money.”
Once he leaves I break down into tears. After a little while I calm down and start to get up to make breakfast when I see a piece of my headboard is loose. I grab at it until I hear a satisfying snap. I take the piece and bang it against the window I may be on the second story of our apartment but it doesn't stop me from trying. The window doesn't crack and the tears begin pouring out of my eyes again. This is my one chance to escape. I begin pounding harder and harder until the wood breaks in half. I let out a sob and slid against the window. I begin to think that it is hopeless but I hear a soft crack. I practically jump to my feet and turn to face the window. It had a large enough crack, and I did something I should've done ages ago. I jumped. I hit the ground roughly and winced as I stood. I hear a loud bang and look up to see my father looking out the window with an angered and surprised look. I begin running to the best of my ability. My father is close behind but I push harder and begin to lose him. I go in between several stores and alleys before I lose him. I eventually find myself in a cold dark alley breathing heavily, there is blood dripping down my leg from where I landed on the ground earlier. I hobble down to the end of the alleyway and slide down the wall until im sitting on the rough concrete. I hug my knees and clench my eyes shut, hoping my father will give up on finding me. I sit there in the same position for a little while, and eventually, the events of the day catch up to me, I shift my position to lying. I closed my tired eyes and slowly drifted into a light sleep. I just want to escape the Hell I have lived in for the 19 years I've been alive. Hopefully, this is the beginning of a new, better life.
I awake to pleasurable sparks lighting along my tan skin, no more on the cold concrete of that horrible alley, but in strong muscle-toned arms. Then I realize that im being carried. I began panicking thinking my father found me and is taking me back to the apartment we lived in. I flail my arms and kick my feet out, trying to escape until im met with a very calming voice, I listen to the voice and recognize, that even though it's a male, it’s not my father. I inhale, originally to try to calm down when a scent hits me that makes my senses go haywire. It smells like fresh rain and freshly chopped wood. I gasp softly as I say the word I thought I'd never say. “Mate.”
“Shh, I'm here my love. Im so sorry. Don't worry I’ll make it all better,” his voice was soft and gentle yet firm and authoritative like he was talking to a skittish child as well as reprimanding them. Though I was cautious, all my instincts said not to be scared. I snuggled further into his chest and inhaled his heavenly scent. For the first time in years, I felt safe. I fell asleep peacefully, and even though I have never been religious when it came to the moon goddess, I thanked her, for this man and for finally letting me escape my father. I just hoped it would stay this way.
