This was just meant to be a small side story, I didn't expect it to get so much feedback. :D Thanks!
I'll make a deal with you guys; if this story gets at least 10 reviews altogether by Friday, I'll make it a main project, just like the Conjurer's Diary.
Run, Hide, Chase, Find
Chapter Two - Leaving
The kitchen door bursts open to reveal my father, who is raging.
"Courtney did you come into my-" He stops in the middle of his sentence once he sees me.
It's silent for a long time until I decided to speak.
"Hi?" I say with caution. No response. Suddenly, he rushes over to me, even angrier than he was before. I prepare for the worst.
"What did I tell you about leaving?" He says after grabbing my arm and yanking it. Hard. I yelp in pain.
Slap. That was the sound of his hand, going across my face. I fall to the ground, stunned. The pan I was holding drops to the floor.
"You know, you should really think twice about running, it doesn't solve anything." My dad said, climbing on top of me. He held my hands above my head with one hand, and with the other he started to undo his belt.
My breath hitched and I started to panic. After a few moments of struggling, I get one hand free. I grab the pan of the floor and use all of my strength to hit him on the head with it. Dad falls to the ground, moaning in pain. I swear I see a few drops of blood.
I get off of the floor and rush to the kitchen door, and to my room. On the way, my stepmother heres my dad in the kitchen and grabs me.
"What did you do you little-" she says shaking me. I kick her in the legs and she falls.
"I've had enough of this," I say, kicking her back down so she couldn't get up. I stare at her. "Remember my face okay? This is the last time you'll ever see it."
I give her a full-force punch in the face. She's out cold instantly. I continue to run to my room, and lock the door.
My dad is already banging on the door. I grab a few necessary items and throw them into an old book bag. After that, I open the window, and climb down the window. The grass is wet under my bare feet. Across the street, our neighbors sprinklers are on. Children are playing outside. The wind is blowing softly.
My first feeling of freedom.
I lie on the park bench, hungry and tired. They must be looking for me by now. Posted the 'Missing' signs, called the police, told the neighbors, etc. Just so they can get their revenge and kill me.
The sun has already set. The street lights are on, and people are returning to their warm houses, to go spend time with their loving families. I've always wondered what it would be like to have a regular home life. My consciousness is drifting away from me.
"Hey," someone says. I'm too tired to see who it is. One of the girls from the store?
"Go away," I mutter.
"No can do," She replies. "I've been sent here specifically for you. You know how long it took to track you down?"
"I've only been gone since yesterday."
"Gone?" She repeated confused. She shrugged. "Never mind. Any who, get up and don't make it any harder for yourself. We can make it by sunset if we're lucky."
"I said I don't want to go." I raise my voice a get up from the bench, preparing to run.
"Izzy!" The girl yells. I'm tackled to the ground.
"Sorry about this!" another voice says.
I feel a prick in my neck, then I'm out cold.
Sorry this chapter is so short, and sorry for another cliff hanger. :D Review! It makes me happy.