The Thinking

THE STEPFATHER

I'm always in this house, and if the walls could talk they'd be famous.At my expense of course. I live with my mother and her husband, I wounder where she found that guy. Sure he was nice enough at the beginning, he still is to my mother. All that changed with me when he moved in after they got married, he became violent. He started to beat me on a daily but never on the face, I'm sure he didn't want my mom to find out it's not like she was always home anyway. She work's in business so she's always traveling.She never noticed anything when I started to keep to myself, maybe she thought it was just puberty hitting me.

When I turned 14, the beatings stopped.I wish they hadn't because what came was much worse.He started climbing into my bed at night and cuddle me till he fell asleep, his hand over my mouth so I wouldn't make a sound even though the house was empty.On some nights he would whisper in my ear what he would do to me, if I dared to tell anyone about it.I didn't think it would,but it got worse.He started to take off my clothes, one night my shirt, the other my pants.Till he just full on forced himself on me, I always tried but could never get him off of me.Every time I struggled it only made it worse.

From that day Forward, my life was lived on complete fear but I didn't want that.I had to get away I had to free myself from the prison walls of that house, it wasn't the warm home I had once known and I'd have been a fool to want to believe that after what happened to me.To wait for prince charming would've be me bidding my time in that house, so I made a plan.

I'd would kill him.The plan was: I'd go out and buy new clothes for myself including gloves and a wool hat.I bought them at a shady dollar store that had no security cameras and I paid cash, I'd never risk getting caught.I made sure to stay out late, I knew he'd lock the door.I made sure to do maximum damage to the door when I broke in, I knew there was a safe in his and my mom's bedroom so I went to the kitchen and got a knife and went up to his bedroom.I made it a point to open every door on my way there including my bedrooms door, I hadn't made my bed that morning and had left my phone on the nightstand.I proceeded to go to his bedroom and sure enough the basterd was asleep, didn t even bother to wait up for me like a good father would.I didn't even wake him up, the feeling of chocking on his own blood did a great job at that and the look of pure fear in his eyes is one I'll keep with me for the rest of my life.

After I'd watched him die a slow painful death, I went to the closet where they kept the safe.I'd over heard him and my mom talking about how the code should be the date they met and sure enough that's what it was.I took a duffel bag and put all the money thay was in the safe into the bag, they had about 123k in that safe and that was enough to fund my new life.I didn't take anything else from the house and I left the knife by the safe, I also left the door wide open.That night I walked three hours, avoiding all areas with security cameras till I was at the outskirts of town and I booked into a shady motel.

But that was two years ago, and I've since moved to New York.I've never looked back and the police ruled my stepfather's death as an armed robbery and me as kidnapped.The case went cold after about 6 months.I didn't have the heart to see how my mom took that.I had checked out of the motel the following morning. Got an apartment here in NewYork and am living my best life.17 and free.