Escape
Looking down at my stomach, I couldn't help but touch it.
I turned to the side, looked in the mirror, looking for the difference.
Sliding my hand across my midsection, I took a stuttering breath.
No…
"Isabella!"
Without even realizing it, I clutched to my stomach as if I could protect it. I looked back at the mirror and knew I would meet up with my fearful eyes.
"Isabella!"
I had to get out. I ran towards my closet to pull out my backpack and started to fill it up with anything I could get my hands on.
It wouldn't be long before he would be here.
Pulling out my shoebox, I reached for the cash I knew would be bundled inside.
It wasn't much but it was enough. For now.
I can hear the boots stomping up the steps. One by one. Closer.
The doorknob is being jiggled. I locked it thankfully. The pounding of the door begins...
"Isabella! I know you're in there! Open the goddamn door!"
I stepped backwards, slowly reaching for my destination.
Dropping my bag out the window, I am half way out when I look down.
Don't chicken out now!
I took breath and looked back at the door.
"Isabella! I'm going to break this fucking door down!"
The creaking of the door lets me know I don't have long. He will break it if he has to.
That was enough for me to have courage.
Taking my hand off the window seal for just a second, I place my hand over my stomach and say a little prayer.
Please God… protect us.
The door bursts open and I jump for my freedom.