Blood was running down my hands as the hot water pelted my skin, I scrubbed my arms until they stung and were red from the friction.
I looked up at the mirror. Tear marks stained my cheeks, my hair was a mess and blood stained the front of my top. An ugly red hand mark was wrapped around my neck; I touched it lightly and winced.
A cry echoed from down the hall. I grabbed the top that was on the chair, and chucked it on. It was too big. It was a man's top. I tied it so it was tighter on me and only fell to my hips. I pulled my hair into a messy but before slapping water on my face.
I left the room, the blood still staining the sink.
I turned into the living, the suitcase was flung open. Cash was in huge piles inside, with a few clothes chucked on top. I jumped as Matty flew past me; he launched some more clothes in the suitcase, followed by a gun and shut it tightly.
Turning to me he grabbed my shoulders.
"Now you take my car, and you drive. You don't look back and you don't stop. Not until you're out of the state you hear me? You drive until you feel safe, then you ring me."
I nodded. The cry sounded again and I walked to the sofa. I stared down at my little girl. A fresh cut streamed down her cheek and a lump was forming on her little forehead. She looked up at me, at 2 years old she looked broken. My heart ached.
"Jo, come on, you got to go, he knows your here. Ill clean everything. Just leave, please, ill find you"
Tears began falling down my face. I grabbed my little girl and turned, running toward the front door. Matty had the suitcase; he ran down to his Mercedes CLS63 AMG and threw the case in the boot. He handed me the keys and took my girl from me. He strapped her in the backseat and turned to me.
"Now remember, don't look back, he can't get you anymore" he began crying. Fear took over and I shook my head.
"I can't leave, he will find me, he will kill me" tears fell harder now.
"Leave, now. Please just leave" Matty pushed me toward the car. I jumped in and started the engine. I pulled out and took one last look at my best friend. Then I sped down the road. I didn't look back. But I could hear the sirens. I pushed the gas further.
Tears were streaming down my face still. I clutched my throat. The memory took over and I winced.
"NOOO GET OFF OF HER SHES JUST A BABY" I ran toward him, he smacked her across the face and her tiny body crumpled.
"I GAVE YOU EVERYTHING YOU SELFISH BITCH, EVERYTHING" his hands clasped my throat, I couldn't breathe, everything was going blurred. My hands grabbed around the kitchen counter for anything. I clutched it, the broken wine bottle. I gripped it hard and planted it into his back. He screamed in agony and fell to the floor. Blood was pouring from him, he clutched at his chest.
I shook the image from my head. No, I couldn't think about that. Not now, not ever. 23 hours. That's how long the drive would take me. I knew exactly where I was going. La Push Washington, to the life I abandoned 5 years ago, to safety.
