“OUCH, STOP PLEASE STOP!” was all someone on the outside could hear butfor me, I could hear the whispered “You little bitch I told you never to answer the phone”,then sickening smack of leather against flesh. I hate that sound and every other like itbecause it means the stinging pain is on the way only seconds after.***As that memory flitted through my head as my elbow length, platinum, blond,hair got caught on a branch, and that tug made me remember so many others that were just like that one with the awful pain of the belt buckle driving into my skin. I was stillhurting from my latest beating, or as my father used to call it
lessons
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Yeah right lessonthis asshole
, I thought.I was still on a high of adrenaline from sneaking out with about 20,000 dollarsfrom the bank account that I so painstakingly kept secret from my father. Even if he didfind out about it I had a solid excuse about saving up for collage. I had been planningthis get away for about 4 years. Part of that planning was to get his ass as drunk as Icould even if it ended in a beating for some problem that he made up in his mind, and itdid that’s why I’m wasn’t running as fast as I could have been, anyway he sleeps likethe dead when he’s drunk so it’s worth the price. My freedom that is. At around 1:30AM Igot up and got the backpack in the back of my closet that I kept packed with cloths thatfit, money that I had earned even before the bank account just in case that didn’t workout. I snuck out the window because the door had a lock that opens from the outsideand only my dad has the key. I had tried that route a thousand times and there are nodogs or other animals that will bark or growl at me because that was the rich part of
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