I am 18 years old, and today I made the mistake of trying to make outside contact. I went against the rules, and for that I am certain the punishment will be severe. You see, my mother died when I was only two, leaving me with my father. Although, I am sure that there are fathers out there that are loving and caring, mine is not one of those types. He is cruel, abusive and I would give anything to be far away from any place that he is. Today, when he left for work, I did the unthinkable...I called 911.
“911. What is your emergency?”
“I need help. My father-”
“Your father? Is he injured? How can we assist you, ma’am?”
“Oh God. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have called.”
That was my conversation, before I heard the keys turning in the door locks. I tried to leave one day, a few weeks ago, and when I got to the elevator, there was a lady and a man in there. They were kissing, not paying attention to anything going on around them. I saw the phone in her purse, and I snatched it. It was long disconnected, but the emergency call feature was still available. I took the phone and before the elevator could shut, I ran back to my apartment. I quickly powered the phone off, and tucked it into the couch cushions just as my father was opening the front door. Close call, indeed. I jumped to my feet, and lowered my head, as I am not permitted to look at him unless he tells me to.
“Go to your room, you stupid whore.” he barked out at me, causing me to run to my room. I have no door on my bedroom, or else I would have definitely closed myself in my room. “Where the fuck are they? Get back in here, you dumb slut!” he yells out to me, so I run back to where he was. “Where are my reading glasses?” he shouts.
“Sir, they were next to your bed. In your room, Sir.” I say softly, because I know how much my voice angers him.
“How do you know that is where they are? Have you been in my room while I was gone? Nosy bitch.” he says, pushing me to the floor.
“I saw them last night, Sir. After my punishment.” I say in my most soft voice possible.
“That’s right. I remember now. Go back to your fucking room, and don’t come out until I tell you to.” he orders me, walking back to his room.
I hear him slamming doors and cursing throwing things against the walls. He is screaming about how useless I am. If it wasn’t for me, he wouldn’t have forgotten where is glasses were. I spoke without permission last night, and he had to punish me for it. Sometimes, I forget my place and he has to remind me, he always says. I know my place...it is that I want out of this damn apartment. I want away from him, and all the misery that he brings to my life on a daily basis. I hear him rattle his keys, so I know he is about to leave. Thank God! Just as soon as I release a sigh that he will be gone soon, there is a knock on the door. Someone is here. No one ever comes here. Who could it be? What do they want? What if it is the lady that I took the phone from?