"The screech of tyres woke me I had seconds to decide: do I run or do I stay and fight?" How the heck was I going to escape this time? I decided to run. He was after me, He was always after me. No matter where I run or how far I run he always find me. He's always behind me, hiding in the shadows and lurking in the dark. I can't stop him; no one has ever stopped him. He is like spoiled a brat always getting what he wants. Mum warned me that one day he would come for me; for her.
Racing through the streets, the wind blowing in my hair, pulling it out of its tidy bun. My school dress flying around me like a superman cape. I lost my school bag and blazer hours ago.
Passing bye shops and houses I could see people; families, smiling and laughing. I miss the days when I would sit with my mum at the dinner table. That was before he stole my mother. That left me; alone, no money, no job, nothing. I had it all, now I was lucky just to get a meal one night a week.
I don't know why he came or what he was looking for but he couldn't have found it if he still after me.
Turning a corner I came face to face with dead end. Turning to run, instead of looking at my escape route I was staring at a car; his car. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, no way out. He's finally won, finally accomplished the task of capturing me. Nothing moved in slow motion like it did in the movies it seemed like my brain sped everything up. The car stopped, a door opened, suddenly he was there right in front of me. Breaths shallow, heart pounding, his figure became illuminated by the car lights. Sucking in a breath, I became ready to scream. My breath caught in my throat, my scream never came.
This man was dangerous, this man was my father.