Endless Pursuit

Chapter 1

Ten years ago

She hid under a table, her hands shielding her ears. The persistent banging on her bedroom door wouldn’t stop. It continued, and until she could not bear it anymore. Splinters of wood flew from the door, landing at her feet as the door gradually broke. She trembled with fear, her heart beating wildly in her chest.

“How do I get out of this.” She thought to herself panting.

Any moment from now, the door would be broken down by that animal, and she didn’t know what he would do to her.

The banging intensified, causing even her bedroom windows to shatter, pieces falling to the ground her feet.

She screamed again and scrambled away from the glass pieces, not without sustaining little cuts from some of them.

The force of the knocks were so great it affected her window. It seemed he had transformed into his madman behavior.

“Open this door! Open this door!” he roared.

She buried her head in her hands again, shivering from cold and fear.

“Should I open the door to face him?” she reasoned within herself, panicking.

She then noticed the hinges of her door were almost coming loose. She looked around, searching for a weapon to defend herself. She didn’t find anything that could harm anyone to use in the shabby looking room. Her eyes fell on her old blue comb. She knew there was nothing it could do, yet she grabbed it holding it close to her chest.

The door burst open, and in came a ferocious creature. He was six ft. tall. His eyes were red with rage. She could see steam emitting from his nostrils as he breathed heavily, overwhelmed with anger. His clothes were torn, probably because he had fallen down the stairs in an attempt to catch her. He looked around.

He could not see anyone. She was under the bed, holding her breath and trying hard not to move or make a sound.

“Miranda kitty. Come out, I won't hurt you,” he called, trying to make his voice sound sweet.

She observed his leg move around her room. He was searching for her; she knew it. She could hear him scattering her shack of a wardrobe and throwing away clothes and things in different directions.

“Miranda! I want to talk to you!!!”

She did not make a sound. She closed her eyes, wishing that he would go away.

She then saw his feet move towards the door. It seemed like he was leaving. But he stopped at the door and stood there, not moving.

'What is he standing there for?' She thought.

Sweat trickled down her forehead as she stared at his feet, wishing he would take another step and leave her room.

He placed his feet outside the doorway and closed the door. She heaved a sigh of relief.

But then the door suddenly opened, and the bed she was under was lifted and thrown away, revealing Tyler, her uncle's dreadful smiling face, looking down at her.

“Surprise!”

She screamed and got up, making for the door. Tyler grabbed her by the hair, preventing her from escaping. Then he slammed her body against the wall.

“Aargh!” she yelped in pain, sliding down the wall.

It felt like her ribs had broken due to the strong impact of a grown man's powerful throw.

She landed on the floor and curled herself into a ball, feeling pain over her body and anticipating jer impending doom.

Tyler did not disappoint. He pulled her and made her stand, before slapping her once.

She grunted, her cheek burning with pain.

She knew the imprints of Tyler's palm would be on jer face the next day.

“b***h! Why didn’t you open the door when I told you to?!” she kept quiet refusing to respond, nor even look at him.

“Answer me, you worthless w***e!”

She refused to look at him, tears stinging her eyes.

Whenever Tyler tried to molest her sexually, and she refused, he usually beat her. Whenever he hit her, she usually looked into his face with pleading eyes, wishing he would at least see the pain in them since he never listened to her screams and begging. She knew he loved to see that pitiful expression on her face. So today, she wouldn’t give him that satisfaction.

He threw her on the bed. Then he locked the door of my room, a sinister smile on his face. He turned to face her, taking off his quality belt, and held it in his hand with a familiar crazy look. He removed his shirt and shoes until he was only in boxers, his vast manhood swinging from side to side. Was that what he intended to fit into a twelve years old girl's coochie?

She gulped.

Tyler had been making suggestions to her for a while before starting to assault her forcefully.

He never did the act but would grab her breasts and her buttocks, and try to force her to give him a hand job, and when she refused, he would beat her.

Her parents were not at home. Uncle Tyler was supposed to look come look after her while they were gone.

Tyler grabbed

her face, forcefully turning it to face him.

She stared straight into his eyes. She could see his eyes widen in surprise when he saw she had no pitiful look on my face.

“Why didn’t you open the door when I told you to?” he asked again.

She still did not respond. Instead, she stared into his eyes and spat fiercely on his face.

“Hey!” Tyler shouted, releasing his grip on her to clean his face.

This was her chance to escape. She released herself from his grip and was about to run out of the room when the old, rickety ceiling fan in the room suddenly fell off, landing with a thud right in front of her, preventing her passage.

Tyler grabbed her left arm at that moment. Her eyes fell on the heavy fan on the floor before her.

She grabbed it with her other free hand, and swung it with all the force she had, it landed on Tyler's face.

Tyler let out an ear-splitting scream. A scream she would remember for the rest of my life.

She could swear she felt the iron of the ceiling fan enter into his skin.

Tyler shivered letting go of her and

Falling to the floor, holding his face and screaming with pain.

She did not look at his face. She did not want to see the damage she had done.

Instead, she ran out of the room as fast as she could, down the streets of the slum, her heart racing with fear, unaware of where she should go but knowing she must go far, far away from that house.