Shadow
By, Eleven Shadows and MeddowFlower who is now on this website. Before she was known as L.
Disclaimer: I do not now, nor have I ever, owned the TMNT. Man if I did though… Please don't sue poor little me.
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Chapter 1:
The kitchen clock ticked at a slow and lifeless tempo. I sat with my knees together at the small, round kitchen table. A fly buzzed in front of me and I stared at it, not moving. It crawled along the table and I jumped at the sound of a car door slamming at the neighbor's house. I felt tears well up in my eyes with the relief in knowing that it wasn't Jack. He was asleep in the other room. I touched my face lightly where the large bruise had been beaten into me so carelessly. Why was I here? Why would I stay? I thought he would change. His apologies were always so genuine sounding. But they never lasted. The silence was heavy and seemed to hold me in place. I wanted my legs to move, but the silence's will was stronger than mine. I stared down at the fly that also looked to be grounded by the silence. My mind stirred with sudden thought. I could run. But he would run after me. I could hide. But he would find me. I could tell the police what he had done to me. But he would be released eventually, and he would come after me.
The kitchen clock ticked on, and my thoughts fluttered from solution to solution. It was nearly midnight. The flickering, florescent, and yellowed apartment light cast momentary shadows of myself on the wall, each time startling me, picturing Jack standing behind me again. But he wasn't. Could it be fate that he was asleep and I wasn't? That I knew his keys were in his pocket and he hadn't locked the doors? That he would not awaken from his hangover until the morning? I slid myself so that I sat sideways in the chair. The fly buzzed in a circle on the table, startled that I had moved. I leaned sideways to look at the front door around the kitchen wall. It was so easy, but so hard. I could run. But he would run after me. I could hide. But he would find me. I could tell the police what he had done to me.
The clock seemed to tick faster as my adrenaline pumped and I stood. The fly buzzed out of sight. I took a few steps towards the door, my bare feet making no sound across the linoleum tiles. The silence was so heavy; I stopped and leaned on the wall. I could run. But he would run after me. I could hide. But he would find me. There was a moment of doubt. I looked nervously towards the hallway that his bedroom was on. Did he know that I wanted to escape? Did he know what I was planning now? Does he know?
My feet slid across the now carpeted floors. My heart sank as the floor creaked and I paused. I could run. But he would run after me. I could hide.
I stood from the wall and crept across the room towards the door. My leg scraped against the corner of the coffee table and I jumped in fear that it was a hand. I took a deep breath and continued. When I made it to the edge of the hallway, I paused. The door was so close, but so was his bedroom. I could run. But he would run after me.
My feet worked against my will and I suddenly found myself at the front door. My heart pumped so loudly that I felt it in my ears. My body swayed with its motion. The silence caused my ears to ring, but all fell silent and still when my hands clasped the door knob and I opened the door. The night air was crisp and clean. I took a step onto the porch with a moment of hesitation. I can run.
My mind left my body as my legs worked harder than they had in years. I stumbled down the stairs and ran across the yard. Through the subdivision. Onto the main road. I was no longer his beaten trophy. I didn't know where I was going. But I did. Away.
***What happens to her? What's her name? Will she ever get away from her abusive boyfriend? Read the next chapters to find out!
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