"Look at me when I talk to you!" screamed Phil, as I ran down the hallway and into my bedroom. "Go away you low-life free loader!" I screamed as I tried to slam my bedroom door in his face. But, he was to fast, he caught the door just as it was about to close. He swung me around and pinned me against the wall. I struggled and tried to get out of his hold, but he is a lot stronger than me. "I said look at me!" he demanded again. I slowly lifted my head and glared at him. "Good Bella, now are you going to say sorry for what you did?" he said as he grinned wickedly at me. "No, I didn't do anything wrong." I said while trying to keep from screaming, that would only make things worse for me. "Yes you did, I got a call from your school counselor today, they said that they had noticed you had some bruises on your arms."
"You told them that I hit you didn't you!" "You little liar, you know that you're the one who causes all of this, if you could just be a good teenager and keep your smart ass comments to yourself, you wouldn't have those bruises." He yelled as he shook me.
I braced myself I knew it was coming, just as I started to try and put my head down, his fist came flying towards my face. I could hear the blood vessels in my cheek burst as his fist came in contact with my cheek. The force of the blow knocked me to the floor. I tried to control my crying, I didn't want to give Phil the satisfaction of seeing me in pain. He stood over me laughing like the monster he was. He finally asked me if there was anything I had to say to him now, I kept my head down, hiding the tears that were streaming down my cheeks. I knew what he wanted, he wanted me to say I was sorry. But, not this time. I was not going to apologize for something he did.
I finally pulled myself up from the ground, and slammed and locked my door before he had the chance to hit me again. I walked into my bathroom, finally starting to calm down. I turned my bathroom light on and looked at myself in the mirror. I was horrified by what I saw. I had a purple and black bruise that was spread from just underneath my right eye, to right above my upper lip. This was by far the worst injury Phil had ever caused. He growing more brutal with each incident.
He was the most disgusting, low-life I had ever met. He didn't love my mom, I had always known that. I just didn't know how bad he really was till it was to late. My mom of course was a different story, she was hopelessly in love with Phil. She doesn't see all the things he does. In the last month alone he has cheated on her multiple times, hit me, stolen her money, and practically gambled our entire savings away. She is blinded by love. This is never going to stop, I thought as I washed off my face. This was never going to get better, it was only going to get worse. I thought about my options. I knew I couldn't live like this anymore, in fear. I laid down on my bed to think about what I could do.
Just as I was starting to get up I heard Phil in the garage rummaging around for something. "No, oh please no." I whispered to myself as I pressed my ear up against the wall to listen more carefully. Renee wouldn't be home from work for another three hours, there was no one to stop him. I could hear him was talking to himself, I could just barely make out what he was saying. "She thinks she can lock me out, well lets just see about that." When I realized what was about to happen, I backed away from my wall slowly and quietly as I could I rushed to pack up all my things. I snuck as quietly as possible into my mothers room, and stole all the money I could find. After that I snuck out the back door and headed for the woods, fully aware that I would never see anyone from my hometown, Grass Valley, Oregon, ever again. I smiled after all it was a small price to pay.