Prolouge- The Escape
Mood:
don't ask
“No” Kendra whispered to herself. She was hiding around the corner, looking down into the living room. Tears started to fall from her face. She couldn’t believe this was happening. She slid herself further into the shadows, not wanting to be seen.
Kendra’s dad left her and her mom before she was born. Kendra’s parents had been young when Kendra was born, only 18. Her mom had gotten married to John when Kendra was 6. He seemed like a nice guy. Wrong.
Now, as Kendra stood behind the corner, watching her step-dad beat her mother, she wondered how her mom had ever come to the decision to marry this guy. Of course, she couldn’t have known he would become an alcoholic and beat Kendra. She wouldn’t have known he’d turn out like this.
It didn’t start long after they got married. He started coming home late, and drunk, every night. And it all went downhill from there. It was Kendra who’d gotten beaten. She was told that if she ever told anyone, he would kill her. She was scared. Scared of him, scared of what he could do. Scared for herself, and for her mom. He’d been nice to her mom, at least civil, before now that it.
She wasn’t sure exactly what had happened, but she knew it was bad.
Kendra sank down against the wall, sitting on the hardwood floor. She didn’t want to watch anymore. He was really hurting her. She had never heard her mother scream so loudly in her life. He would stop soon, and it would all be forgotten, until he did it again. She knew her mother would never tell. She would be afraid, just like she was.
She tried to think of something else, anything to get her mind off of what was really happening. The only thing that came to mind was Dresdan.
Dresdan had been her best friend for as long as she could remember. He used to live right next door, and she had liked it that way. She could tell Dresdan anything, and he would always listen. She trusted him more then she had ever trusted anyone in her entire life. Not that there was that many people she could trust. He was a year older then her, but that had never affected there friendship in anyway. She use to run to his house, after her step-dad beat her. It was like her safe place, and she like having some where she felt safe.
But she didn’t have that anymore. About 6 months ago, Dresdan and his family decided do move to a small town called Limali, which was really far away. Kendra missed him so much, and wrote to him constantly. She wished so much that she could still be next door to him, and that she could run over there right now.
Kendra listened and didn’t hear anymore yelling. Maybe he was done. She peeked around the corner and almost screamed at the sight.
John was done, and was sitting on the chair by the fireplace. Her mother was lying on the floor, in a pool of her own blood. She wanted to run over to her, but knew that John would see her.
Her mother’s chest wasn’t moving. She was dead. Kendra knew it was true, but was still having trouble processing it. She knew she had to get out of there, but she wouldn’t move.
Her mother dead. Her mother was dead. He killed her mother!
She started to cry. She couldn’t believe this had happened. Deep down she knew that something bad would happen in the end, but she never dreamed it would come down to this!
She jumped as she felt a hand on her shoulder. John!
“You won’t tell a soul” he whispered in her ear “Or I’ll do the same to you. Now, go upstairs and go to bed like a good little girl”
Kendra just sad there, paralyzed with fear.
“Now!” He yelled.
She jumped up and ran upstairs.
“Now I just have to get rid of this body and clean up this mess and I’ll never get caught” She heard him say to himself.
Kendra knew that couldn’t be true. They had ways of tracking people down. She may only be 15, but she did know some things. Like the fact that she had to get away from here as soon as possible.
She had no idea where she would go, or how she would get there, but she did know that she had to get away, and fast.
She ran up to her room, and grabbed her backpack from the closet. She threw some clothes, a blanket, and a few other things into it. Then she grabbed her jar of money, that she had been saving for almost 2 years, and took all the money out. It wasn’t very much, but she knew that she would need something to live on, so she threw it into the bag to.
She grabbed the bag, and her coat and shoes, from the closet, and opened her bedroom window.
She’d done this so many times before, usually going to Dresdan’s after a severe beating. She just had to get down onto the shed roof, and climbed down from there.
She threw her backpack down first and then climbed down.
She started to walk down the street, having no idea where she was going. She dealt with her fear the only way she knew how, she ran.
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Ok that’s it for now! E-mail me if you like it! mnesland@sasktel.net and I’ll write more! :D