"Honey, come downstairs for dinner!" A voice called to me. Oh so sweet yet oh how deceitful. These people, the
ones who called themselves my parents, were liars. I knew we had guests by the sound of my mother's bitter-
sweet tone, calling up to me like I was their star child…Pfft. As I walked downstairs I pondered how such cruel
people could seem so nice to others, like one big happy family. Passing the guests I gave them a warm smile –
forced of course- but warm non-the-less. I seated myself at the table as dinner was served and the conversation
started to pick up, I didn't engage of course. I had learnt over previous dinners or any occasion where we had
guests over, that you didn't try to make conversation or include yourself in it in anyway, you simply sat down, ate
your food and politely excused yourself from the table and scurried upstairs to not be seen for the rest of the
evening.
This was my life.
Many years ago I was caught in a house fire that killed my real parents and my twin sister, Theo. The fire was
investigated, written about and mourned over. But no one really knew the cause of the fire, except that
afterwards a family consisting of one woman and one man, stepped up to 'claim' me as their long lost niece, this
was all when I was of age 11. Now as my 17th birthday is looming ahead of me, gradually growing closer I plot
my escape. I've been planning for almost a year know, analysing and making sure there were no faults in my
plan to escape, no trail to be left behind, no evidence I ever existed. Ah yes, that would be the day. I finished my
meal and took my plate to the dishwasher then headed up to my room, closing the door behind me and sitting on
my bed. I looked out the window, almost excited at the thought I would be able to be rid of this place.
Soon after the guests left I heard a knock on my door, even though it wasn't needed because my father waltzed
straight in, hand son his hips and stared at me with the snarky gaze of his. "Very well done, Alexandra" he
smirked slightly, then the hard look returned to his gnarled features "You are not to come from your room until
light" With that he strode out, shutting the door and leaving me alone in my room once more. God I couldn't take
this bullshit any longer. Tonight would be the night. The night I would escape.
I stood by the windowsill, the cool summer breeze settling on my skin, I waited and listened. I'd spent the last
hour creeping around my room, packing the bare essentials that I would need to survive. Now that I was ready
all I had to do was wait until my unsuspecting captors were fast asleep. That shouldn't be so hard considering
how much food they had scoffed down their already constricted throats. I let out a small sigh but then stopped
myself as a small smile spread over my face –Snoring. That was what I'd been waiting for, the deep slumber of
unconsciousness. My ticket out of hear and I wasn't about to let that go, I snatched up my back, throwing it
lightly on my back, careful not to make any noise as I looked out my window. The ground was a long way away,
but it was so worth it if it meant freedom. I took a deep breath before swinging my legs over the windowsill. I
quietly careened down a nearby drainpipe, the only thing that could stop me was if they saw me passing their
window as I slid to the ground, I let go of the pipe and landed on the ground with a small thud. So far so good. I
crept along the front lawn, hiding in every shadow I could, I was almost on the street when the porch light
clicked on and a figure strode outside, standing at the edge of the steps leading to the front door. My father was
awake. And he was outside.
I gulped and froze exactly where I was, unmoving I watched him only with my eyes as he surveyed the lawn with
that smug look of his plastered on his face. God I wished he'd go inside and not spot me. If I made this, I'd have
no troubles whatsoever getting away. He turned his head away from me and I took my chance, scurrying low
across the lawn , inch by inch my heart raced faster and faster. I willed myself forward, afraid of freezing up if I
didn't stay entirely focused. I'd reached the edge of the driveway, without thinking I let out a triumphant squeak.
Not so triumphant as I heard him shuffle off the porch in my direction. Move fast, move fast I reminded myself to
keep going. Then I felt five fat fingers curl around my ankle, followed by a sweating palm as I was wrenched
backwards. Natural instinct kicked in as I lashed out, feeling my foot make contact with his knee and got up and
ran for my life, down the street I hoped I was only a shadow disappearing into the darkness of the night.
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