"What the hell are you doing?" Came an annoyed voice.
I froze for a second, my eyes widening as I stared down at my suitcase. Suddenly, I felt stupid. She was not going to let this go easily, I knew that. Was this really worth it?
Yes. I answered myself. I needed to do this. I've been hiding for 2 years and if I didn't escape now, I would never get out alive. I have had enough and I have made up my mind, even if it meant finally standing up to her.
I thought about not replying, pretending that she didn't exist. But, I knew she would only get louder. Things would only get more complicated if she started to get angry.
"Packing" I said softly and resumed my actions. I cleanly folded my jeans and put them in my bag. My hands trembled the whole time.
"At 4 in the morning? You woke me up! I need my sleep you know; I'm the one who has to wake up in the morning and go make money so you can blow it off on stupid things." She growled.
Her version of 'stupid things' included school supplies and lunch money. I wanted to point out that buying 4 packs of beer each week was a pretty stupid way to waste money but, I bit my tongue. I had learned a long time ago what my smart mouth could unleash.
"Sorry. It won't happen again." I said as I put in my undergarments. I didn't want to argue with her right now, I never did. But that never stopped her.
"It better not" Her voice turned icy and I knew what was coming.
I heard her moving around my tiny room . I never let her in my room, mainly because it was the only place where I was free. It was the only place that I called safe. But, now she was here and I could only pray for what was to come.
I tried to keep my breathing down, to let her know that her presence did not scare me but, I failed miserably. It was like she could smell my fear.
"And what, might I ask, are you so carefully packing for?" She said with a bitter tone in her voice. I swallowed. I continued to pack, all the while my heart racing in my chest.
It was hard not to panic, with her watching me so closely. I kept on dropping my thing with my shaking hands. I saw her smile, her right lip curled up dangerously, exposing a row of perfectly white teeth. My panic amused her. She was a sick, twisted woman.
I didn't answer for a while, too consumed with my fright. Her feet slapped closer towards me and I tensed when I felt her presence behind me.
"I asked you a question, Isabella. I expect a fucking answer" I immediately froze when she placed her finger on my neck. Her tone was soft, almost gentle. It felt like she was calling out to her lover.
I stopped breathing completely, I was sure I was going to die from the lack of oxygen. That seemed like a better way to go than the deaths she had promised me.
Her long finger, as gentle as a feather, trailed up my neck. She pushed my hair away from my neck and let her delicate fingers roam over my vulnerable neck. I gasped when I felt her sharp nail dig into my skin, breaking my blood vessels and letting blood flow down my neck.
"Answer me" She said softly, her fingers continued to roam on my exposed neck. Fearing her actions, I responded hesitantly.
"Charlie. I'm going to Charlie's" my voice shook. Her roaming fingers stopped.
"What?" Her tone had completely changed. It was low and dangerous, with a cutting edge to it. I immediately prayed for my life. There was no turning back now, the monster has been unleashed.
"What the hell did you just say?" Her voice was louder now, daring me to repeat it.
I was full on shaking now and I knew she could feel it. If I didn't answer now, I knew I would never be able to. She could keep me under her power; she would make sure I would never act up again.
"Charlie. I'm going to Charlie's" I choked out.
I tried to not scream when she grabbed my hair in her hand. She pulled me around tightly, so I could see her face.
"Charlie? You think you're going to Charlie's?" She laughed but, it was forced. her eyes danced with fire. This was it.
I had to speak up, let her know I wasn't her slave anymore. She couldn't control me anymore, I was not her puppet. Her threats and warnings had no meaning to me now.
Things could only get worse now. She had snatched everything away from me. I was already broken. She couldn't break me anymore.
"I don't think I'm going to Charlie's. I know I'm going to Charlie's" I answered calmly, even though fear gripped my heart.
She stopped for a second, her eyes boring into mine. I think she was surprised but, she hid it well. I had never gone against her, had always obliged to whatever she said. But, not anymore.
"You're wrong. You're not going anywhere" She said in her chilling voice, her hands tightened on my hair.
"You can't stop me." I replied. Not anymore, she couldn't.
Her eyes narrowed into dangerous little slits and I knew that this is where it would get messy. I would have to fight for my freedom. She was not going to let me go easily.
"Do you really think I'm going to let you walk out of here, bags in hands with a big, happy smile on your face? You're not going anywhere" She roared. This would have scared the shit out of me a day ago but, now I was determined. I was determined to leave this place.
"I told you, you can't stop me anymore. I have nothing to loose." My voice was stronger now. It surprised her. Hell, it surprised me more.
"If you think I'm going to let you go, you're insane." She laughed but, her eyes still burned fire. She knew I had made up my mind. She knew I was leaving and she was going to try her hardest to stop me.
"I'm leaving. Whether you like it or not." I looked her straight in the eye, my nerves dancing under my skin.
And that's when she slapped me. Her long, hard hand came down with such force on my face that I fell and hit the ground. My hair had slipped from her hand and I knew that I was now bald on the right side of my head.
I refused to cry. Even when her foot jerked to my stomach, making me scream. I knew that I might end up dead tonight but, that was a better than the life I had been living.
"You stupid little whore. You're not going anywhere. After I'm done with you, you'll realize how kind I had been to you for all these years" I wanted to snort but, my nose was bleeding.
She fell to the floor besides me and grabbed my face. She slapped me again, hard. I felt water rise to my eyes but, I refused to let them fall. I was sure I was going to have a bruise on my face.
"Tell me you're sorry, bitch." She screamed, right in my face. She was breathing hard, the stench of alcohol lingered in her breath. She slapped me again when I didn't reply.
"Tell me you're sorry. Tell me!" her hand gripped my face, her nails digging into my soft flesh.
My anger finally snapped. This was enough; I had lived under her for so long. She had made me weak; she had caused me to break. She was the reason why he had used me; she was the reason why my innocence was now gone. She had taken everything. She was going down now. She tad taken enough from me.
"Fuck you!" Her eyes widened in surprise when I pushed her off me with all my strength. She fell to the floor and landed on her back.
Without even thinking, I ran. I grabbed my suitcase and ran down the stairs, as fast as I could. I almost tripped but, caught myself just in time.
"You bitch!" I heard her scream. I quickened my pace.
I had hoped that she would stop, realizing that I was a lost cause. But, I heard her feet slapping down hastily on the stair case. I knew she was close and I prayed to god I wouldn't fall.
I was almost to the end of the stairs, my sweet savior was just a few inches away. The door called to me, urging me to fasten my steps.
I glanced back and saw her furious face. Her hair flew as she ran, making her appear wild and dangerous. I knew that if she got her hands on me, I would not live today. Her eyes blazed with the promise of my death.
It all so happened fast then. I saw her face change. Her eyes suddenly changed from furious to surprised. Her mouth popped open in shock. I saw her loose her balance on her foot. Her body bent in an awkward way as she twisted her ankle. Her head flew back and an alarmed sound escaped her mouth.
I watched with wide terrified eyes as she fell, tumbling down the wooden staircase with her arms wide open. She went headfirst, banging her skull on the first step. I heard crunching sounds as she fell. I knew something was broken.
I was frozen in my spot when her unconscious body fell next to my foot. Her eyes were closed and her arm was twisted behind her back in a very unlikely way. She was still breathing though. I didn't know if this made me relieved or terrified.
Looking down at her, I felt tears slip my eyes. I didn't know what happened to her. I didn't know what caused this beautiful woman to turn into a horrendous, vile witch. Never would I have thought that one day, she would turn into this- a monster.
I missed my mother. I cried softly, my tears falling on her face. How could a mother do this to her child? How could a mother physically harm her own daughter? How could a mother let her child be used by a man? How could she do this to me?
What had happened to my sweet, loving mother? Where had she gone? Why had she left?
I gently knelt besides my mother, pushing away my suitcase. She looked so peaceful then; it almost made me want to stay with her. I cradled her head in my tiny hands. I hated myself for still loving her. I planted a soft kiss on her head.
And then I ran. Away from my mother. Away from my life. Away from him. I needed a fresh start. I needed to learn how to live again. I needed a new life.
I ran until I couldn't breathe. The darkness of the night comforted me, made me feel safe from prying eyes. I fell on the street, pulling my knees up to my chest. The lamp on the sidewalk flickered.
I was still crying. I tried to catch my breath, trying to comprehend all the things that had just happened I was truly free. Free from my life. Free from my mother. Free from him. This made me cry even harder, but it was out of relief.
With shaky hands I pulled out my silver cell phone. I punched down the numbers I knew by heart but, hadn't dialed in over 7 years. I prayed that he would pick up, prayed that he wouldn't hang up once he realized who it was. Prayed for my life.
"Hello?" said the groggy voice on the other line. I had waked him up. Would he be angry? Would he not want to take me in now?
"Hello?" the voice got louder. I swallowed. He would hang up if I didn't say anything.
"I can hear you breath! Damn these prank calls. I'm a police man, I can track your number down and have you arrested for prank calling. It's 4 in the morning-"
"Daddy-" I sobbed. "-it's Bella. I need your help"