Chapter two

The next thing she knew she was being awoken by violent banging on her bedroom door. " If you don't get up in the next five fucking minutes, I'm gonna come in there, and drag your sorry ass out here!" Her father yelled through the door.

"Shit," she grumbled looking over at her alarm clock to realize that she had slept in. She got out of bed as quickly as she could and wrapped her robe around her naked body. She began making her way towards the door, ignoring the soreness of her body.

Before she could open the door the sound of heavy footsteps could be heard coming back down the hall towards her room. Her heart began to beat faster and little beads of sweat began to form on the palms of her hands. She slowly backed away from the door fearing that he would barge in and start beating her again. Instead the footsteps ceased outside her door.

"Are you up!" He yelled through the door.

"Yes I'm up."

"Good, Hurry the hell up and get to school." He paused. " You better be gone by the time I get back! Or else." With that said he stomped off back down the hall.

When she finally got her nerves under control she cautiously opened the door to hear him close the front door of the apartment. With a sigh of relief she began limping her way down the hall towards the bathroom. " Great! Just fucking great! I hope he gets hit by a car," smiling at the thought she opened the door to the small bathroom." Lights." Automatically the bathroom lit up revealing her reflection in the mirror.

She stood in the doorway for a minute staring back at herself. She couldn't believe that it was her. Her face was stained with tears, her eyes red from crying; dark bags were forming under her eyes from a lack of sleep, and her hair was knotted and damp from her tears.

She took one last inspection of her self in the mirror before she noticed that a small bruise was forming on the left side of her cheek. She lightly ran the tips of her fingers along the edge of the bruise; small tears began to trickle down her cheeks. "Fucking bastard!"

When she finally pulled her self together an automated voice echoed through the apartment. "In coming call…. In coming call."

"Who the hell would be calling this time in the morning?" She wiped the left over tears from her eyes, and walked as fast as she could down the remainder of the hall into the living room.

The communications screen hung on the wall of the living room with a blank screen except for the words 'in coming call,' flashing on the screen. Before she acknowledged the computer she took a couple deep breaths to calm her nerves and to straighten out her robe. Calmly she said "send it through computer."

A couple seconds later the screen revealed a young girl about the same age as Jen laying on her bed in the dark. Her blonde hair was all knotted and tossed around her head, and her eyes were squinting from the light the screen was giving off.

"Jen? Are you there?" she said groggily awhile wiping the left over sleep from her eyes.

"Yeah," she sighed thankful that it was her friend. "I'm here, you just get up jack? Because you really look like shit." Jen said with a smirk on her face.

"Funny, cause I could say the same thing about you." Jack said trying to run her fingers through her knotted hair, while getting in a more comfy position on the bed.

"Thanks for the insight," Jen replied turning around to sit on the couch.

She saw a look of pain cross Jens face as she sat down on the couch. "What's wrong?" Silence filled the room. "Did he do shit to you again?" She asked staring back at Jen for an answer.

Jen just looked down at her hands as if ashamed for what happened the night before. Though the same thing happened what seemed like every night for the past year, she still felt ashamed for what went on. She brought her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them still not answering Jacks question.

"Is he still their Jen?" She asked sounding more concerned.

Jen looked back at the screen with tears in her eyes shaking her head. "No he left," she paused remembering the threat he said before he left. "Oh shit! I have to get out of here Jack!" She jumped off the couch. " I don't know when he's coming back…" She began to stutter. "He… he said that I better be gone by the time he gets home or else." She began pacing around the living room wondering what he'd do to her if he finds her still home.

"Jen…JEN! Listen to me! Come over to my place right now! Alright? Don't worry about him okay! Just bring some extra clothes and…" she trailed off lost in her thoughts. A second later a wicked smile crossed her lips. " Jen do you want to leave him?" she paused waiting for the thought to sink in. "Do you want to Run away?"

Jen stopped pacing around the room and stared back at her friend. "Run away?" she whispered. She began to smile but than slowly it disappeared like her hope of getting away from her abusive and controlling father. "H…how could I? He'll find me Jack…He's a cop! He has connections…"

"Don't worry about that now. Listen to me…get a small bag, put some clothes, and other things you need…" before she could finish Jen was already heading for her bedroom to start packing.

When she got to her room she grabbed her school bag off of her desk and started throwing clothes and the little money she had hid into the bag. She checked all of her secret hiding places to make sure that she didn't leave anything important behind. At the last second she realized she almost forgot the locket her mother gave her. She quickly grabbed it off her bookshelf and was about to shove it into her pocket when she realized that she was still in her bathrobe!

A couple minutes passed and Jen finally entered the living room again looking somewhat decent. She left down her wavy brown hair down so it would cover the forming bruise on the side of her face, and she wore a pair of old black sweat pants and a light blue sweater.

She looked up at the comm. System on the wall to see it blank. "Jack? You there?" She paused. 'That's weird, I didn't turn it off.' She looked around the room nervously. " Hello?…any one here?" their was no answer. However the hairs on the back of her neck told her otherwise. She wasn't alone.

She quickly and quietly slipped her shoes on and shouldered her pack, she wasn't going to stay and see who it was or if there was anyone even there. She ran to the door and opened it; before she closed it she saw the faint shadow of a large man in black standing in the shadow of the hallway looking back at her. "Oh shit." She slammed the door and took off down the hall to the back stairs of the apartment building never looking back. She had to get to Jacks, and fast.

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