The Risk

(WARNING: THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN GRAPHIC CONTECT AND WILL HAVE LANGUAGE IN IT! READ AT YOU OWN RISK! ) "REINAAAA!!!" I freeze as I throw my back pack onto my bed feeling panick fill me. "REINA GET DOWN HER NOW!!" My mother screeches at the top of her lungs. I can feel my hands begin to shake. I know what is going to happen when I get down those stairs, stairs I just climbed minutes ago when I got home from school. I quickly rake my brain going through everything I've done from the moment I got off the bus. What did I do! Then it clicks, my shoes. Mom didnt like mud or dirt in the house so she always made sure to have everyone take their shoes off before coming in. I look down at my old tattered shoes, barely holding together anymore after years of wear and tear. How could I be so stupid...I was so tired I forgot the easiest rule in the house. I start to hyperventilate as I hear my stepfather's heavy footsteps climbing the stairs. I quickly run to my closet and throw to doors open, diving into the pile of clothes on the floor hoping to hide myself. My step father took away my hangers after I tried to pick the lock on my door one night when I had to go to the bathroom. I still have the bruises on my ribs from that night, it was only a week ago. I quickly place my hand over my mouth in an attempt to quiet my breathing, but it doesn't matter because the moment my door creaks open I stop breathing completely. "Reina~" "Where are you?~" I stifle a cry as a tear slides down my cheek, the days he taunts are the worse days. "You know you can't hide from me~" I hear his footsteps move around the room slowly before it goes silent. I squeeze my eyes shut and pray. please dont find me please... "I found you" My eyes fly open as I'm ripped out of the pile by my ankle. A scream escaping me as I try to grab the doorway desperately but my fingers slip. "You know how me and your mother dont like shoes inside the house! Maybe you just dont learn the first time!" Another scream ripes out my throat as I'm thrown into the hallway landing against the railing of the stairs. I stand quickly and run down them, straight into my mom. "you..dirty...whore..hic..get off...me!" my mom slurs. I flinch at the strong smell of alcohol hitting my nose, but my mind rattles as a hard slap lands on my cheek. I hit the floor hard landing on old bruises that just dont seem to heal anymore. I cry out as another blow hits my back this time a kick from my step father. "Maybe one day you will realize how worthless you are!!" He yells as he grabs and pours my mother's warm beer over my head. "HEY.. hic...my beer!" I feel another hard blow from my mom this time to my ribs. I curl into a ball and cry as the beating pursues. Blow after blow the pain escalates and after what seems like an eternity I'm hit in the head and everything goes black.... * Slowly I wake up to the sound of a blaring tv and loud moaning. I pry my eyes open despite the horrible headache I now have. and see my parents making out on the couch. As normal I was left where I was beat and my so called parents going at it next to me. It was always like this. My step father was aroused by my pain and my mother was always to drunk to say no to his advances. He tried advancing on me before but luckily he never succeeded..that was one thing I could think my mom for. She was so jealous that she kept anything from happening between me and him. I slowly crawl up the stairs on all fours trying to be as quite as I can. Getting caught was never good. I sigh as I finally close my bedroom door behind me and look down at the damage that was done. Most spots were bruised already while other small ones where still just red. I lift my shirt to look at my ribs and hold my tears. black just black, it was purple when I woke up. It was finally starting to heal a bit but not anymore. I lay there in my room, silently crying. I cant live like this anymore. I want to be happy...I want to live my life without fear and pain. I lift my face and stair at my mattress. I could do it.. no I should save a bit more... I bury my face down into my hands again and sigh. It seems like forever before the groaning and moans go quite in the living room and its finally silent. I curl into a ball as footsteps approach my door but they stop before entering. A small peice of paper slides under my door landing next to my hip. I wait till the footsteps leave before turning it over. My whole body goes ice cold amd I begin to shake as I read my step fathers hand writing over and over. Your next ;) * I breath hard as I run down the street faster then I ever have, looking back every few moment to make sure I'm not being followed. the moment I got my senses back together I packed what I could and grabbed my savings from my old mattress. I left right before dark because I could wait any longer, fearing when he would come for me. I dont stop running until I reach the bus station. my legs burning and my lungs stinging. I sit on a bench to catch my breath before going inside. After entering the bus I make my way to the back and put my hood up. Looking out the window, in 5 hours ill be free. but also homeless... I sigh and watch the road go by thinking about what to do next.