A sweeping back hander struck me hard around the face, it was so hard it moved my entire body across the floor.

A pounding began inside my head as the pain and the crying I was doing took its toll.

I tried to picture something in my head, something to focus on as I gained the energy to move. Something that would take me away just for a second from the reality I was living.

It was Kendall that popped in to my mind, the day at the theme park. The rain dripping from his face as he kissed me. The vibrant colors of the dumb ass ponchos we wore. The feeling he gave me, the fun we had. I clung on to that thought. It was a million miles away from where I actually was right now, but my memory was safe, and it was a happy place to be.

I was dragged from that memory quite literally by my hair. He was going to kill me if I didn't do anything. Once again I was pulled in the direction of the stairs.

This is what my father always did, Chuck me in my room like a naughty child. Unless of course I ran!

I screamed out in pain as he trod on the section of my hair that still dragged along the floor. I felt some of it get ripped out.

I squeezed my eyes shut and took the deepest breath I could muster in the shallow puffs my lungs offered me. With all my might I swung my elbow back hoping to jab him hard in the stomach to stop him in his tracks. I ended up doing one better as I heard "OOOMPH!" From his drunken mouth.

I had elbowed him in the nuts good and proper. He let go of my hair from the agony and I ran.

I ran through the pain in my foot, the hurt was like no other I had known, it seared and shooted through my entire leg.

I got to the kitchen, freedom was so close as the back door was still wide open.

"Shhuri!" The drunken slur of my name came out of my father's mouth. I turned to see my dad walking towards me. There was no way I could out run him now through the woods to get to Logan's old house which was the nearest place to get to that had people and the prospect of safety in it.

I sobbed so hard, not wanting to go through another round with him. As he approached me my survival instincts kicked in, I mindlessly picked up the nearest object to me and swung it at him.

The crack it made was the most hideous sound I had ever heard. But the thud his body made as it fell to the ground with a lifeless slump was the worst.

The iron I held in my hand dropped to the floor in my shock.

I saw a large cut on my dad's head that was seeping out on to the grotty cream lino floor of the kitchen.

I stared for several minutes waiting for him to wake up. My body shook from shock at what I had done.

"Dad?" I whispered out through my cries.

"Fuck!... Dad?" I tried again.

I hobbled nearer him, tears streaming silently down my face. The house was just filled with the sound of crying, yelling and the sharp movement of furniture and angry foot steps...now the house was filled with nothing but the sound of my own staggered breathing.

I gingerly prodded my foot in to my father's chest as he lay on the floor.

I then backed away as the realisation of what I had done sunk in... I had struck him on the head!... I had hit him with a fucking iron!... what the fuck was I thinking? What was I going to do?

Calm down Sheri! I thought to myself.

It was self defense... fuck is he dead?! Is he really fucking dead?

I hit him with an iron... what was I expecting to happen? Fuck... what if no one believed my story? What if I was put in prison?!

I weighed up the story in my mind... I had been missing for months, then suddenly I return and he ends up dead!

James had only seen him in a good mood... what if the police checked my phone? I had a text message on there saying that I had got home safe, only Logan knew the truth.. fuck!

I erased the message as I stood there thinking it through.

I had no options... at least no good ones... I heard a siren in the distance, Logan must of called the police.

The only option I had still was running.

I looked at my dad as he lay on the floor. "Im... so sorry... Dad" I sobbed out.

I limped my way out side, placing my phone in my dressing gown pocket.

I looked at my hand that had been crushed by the door, at least two fingers were broken, it made my stomach turn looking at them as they sat distorted on my hand.

I wiped the back of my good hand over my face wiping away the tears, the sirens were getting louder as the police cars made their way down the muddy track that led up to the house.

I limped and hobbled as fast as I could in to the trees. That was when I glanced over at the beaten up VW car that my dad owned, even in the night sky I could see the window still down, the keys still in the ignition.

In that split second I decided that four working wheels were better than my legs that could no longer hold up my beaten and exhausted body.

I yanked the stiff door open of the car and sat in. I had no clue how to drive, I had no experience apart from what I had observed through the years. But I turned the key, firing the ropey engine in to life. in my panic I floored the gas pedal but the engine only roared uncontrollably at me.

Why wasn't the fucking thing moving.

The sirens were almost here, fear jacking my frazzled brain in to action.

"GEARS!" I said to myself aloud. I managed to get in to 1st gear and wheel spun the car in to action. as It sped up, the entire vehicle began kangarooing, jolting me forward and back, I put my foot down again and shifted in to second, then third, then 4th, all the while heading in the direction away from the police.

Although I knew the route I was taking only took me further away from civilization, it would allow me time to think and get another plan of action sorted. I had to flip through many different switches until I found the one for the headlights, the early morning still pitch black.

I sped around tight country corners as I travelled further alongside the woodland.

I knew there was an iron gate ahead, I prayed it was open. The car twisted and turned and jerked on the gravel track.

I could hear from the open window that the sirens had stopped. I don't think they had seen that I had left in the car. Hopefully if they went looking for me they would assume I was on foot in the eastern side of the forest.

I sped up further, swerving around pot holes that I saw lit up in the road, some I just drove through. Making the car jolt out of control, sending shear pain through my ankle and my hand.

I just wanted to get away. I briefly wondered how much gas I would need to get me to LA. Logan would know what to do, Logan was my protector, he wouldn't care what I had done, or how I did it. He was always going to be on my side!

I hit another pot hole making the car jerk all over the place, just as I gained control of it I realised the metal gate on the road which most definitely wasn't open was pretty much on top of me. I instinctively slammed my foot down on the brake. Pain from my twisted ankle engulfed me.

The car skidded, but still going too fast it smashed through the barrier. As the metal frame of the gate lifted from the impact, it crashed through the windscreen, glass rained over me.

I opened my eyes just in time to see the car head towards a gully.

Again, even through the pain in my foot I pressed down on the brakes, trying to stop the car or at least slow it down.

The headlights then showed me what my fate was as the car dipped down the gully, bonnet first. Trees and twigs made their way in to the car through the smashed windscreen. I felt them whip at my face, scratching at my already aching skin.

The bumper hit something and I felt the back end of the car flip over like the worst fun fair ride I had ever been on.

With the lack of a seat belt my chest shunted in to the steering wheel.

I felt sick enter my mouth as the car continued to tip over .

I clung on to the steering wheel for dear life, knowing that if I let go I would get thrown out of the car and end up being crushed by it as it flipped onto its roof.

I realised I needed to breathe but couldn't as the car came to an abrupt stop, I wasn't upside down though, I was horizontal. The bonnet of the car was dug in to the ground, the back end of it was held up in the air by the tree that had stopped it in its tracks.

I tried to lift my body from the steering wheel, gravity forcing my tired body towards it.

I managed to climb over just enough to slump in to the passenger side foot well.

My lungs ached as they drew in tight breaths that felt unnatural. I sat there hunched up, sobbing uncontrollably, in so much pain, inside and out.

I was ready for the police to find me. I was ready to explain my story, I couldn't give a fuck about what would happen to me... I just wanted this pain to go away.

I drifted in and out of consciousness, I only knew this because one minute it was dark out side and the next it was daylight streaming in.

Why hadn't the police found me yet? Why weren't they looking?

I strained my head to try and see out of the car, all I could see were trees and bushes.

My mind drifted off as I listened to the birds sing, completely unaware that I was here feeling so sad and in so much pain. They were about to enjoy a brand new day, I wasn't sure if I would see another one.

I fought against the tiredness that my brain was feeling. I remembered my cell in my pocket. I reached in, wincing as I caught my little finger which was definitely broken on the fabric of the gown, causing it to bend.

I pulled the phone out regardless with a trembling hand.

The time on the phone said 8:23am... how the fuck had it gone from around 3, to 8 in the fucking morning! Why had the police not found me. I was going to be left here to die!

I struggled to load the contacts up, the crack in the screen making it almost impossible to see names.

I finally got to the one that I needed, the one that was near, the one who could help me.

I dialed James's number, it rang and rang.

"Pick up James... Pick up the fucking phone!" I muttered to myself. I heard the dreaded beep of a low battery in my ear.

The phone just kept ringing. Why wasn't he answering? It then struck me that this was James I was calling, the same James that never got up until the p.m. the same James that could sleep through a world war. The same James that was completely oblivious to the trouble I faced because I couldn't tell him I had fallen over and hurt my ankle.

The phone suddenly stopped ringing. I waited with baited breath to hear the soft voice of James, but it never came. That was when I realised my battery had died and I had absolutely no hope left.

The tears rolled steadily. Once again I pictured Kendall in my mind, the day of the theme park. The ponchos... kissing in the rain... green eyes!

If I had the choice of a last memory before unconsciousness or death took me then I chose it to be that... my mind drifted away as my eyes could no longer stay open.

"Sheri? Sheri!" I heard in my head, it sounded like a million miles away that some one was calling my name.

My eyes fluttered open, bringing the voice closer as my brain awoke my ears properly. I must still be in a dream or I was dead? as I saw the un unmistakable green eyes which wore so much concern in front of me as I still lay hunched up in the horizontal car.

"Kendall!? Am I alive?" I croaked out...

author note: thanks to everyone who it's reading and to musicrox14, gaby and oxybtrswag for the reviews, sheris day is just going from bad to worse now huh! :-( ... in response to one review, every rushers nightmare will be continued and finished once this story has been done. I stopped writing that one for a while as I wasnt sure if I had over stepped the mark on the scenario with Gabrielle. the views on the story were getting lower, but I will continue it and finish it off. same goes for anyone who is reading the kogan one that is not finished. I have got someone else writing it but I'm not entirely sure how that's working out for her as haven't heard back in a while... will update this story tomorrow I expect (7th Sept) may be the day after as I'm also working on a personalised story for a reader which will be posted on soon. thanks for reading!