Faith and Hope Chapter 1
The Past.
I've blocked out the name of our third stepfather. But, despite how hard I try, I can never forget what he did to my sister each and every night until I finally got us out of there. Our mom had easily abandoned us when we attempted to tell her.
That night we left had started like any winter night that year. He had come into the tiny room I shared with my sister Faith. She had gotten sick earlier that week, so instead of heading towards her bed, I watched him walk towards me in the faint light through the one window.
"Move over, sweetheart." He rasped.
I shifted in my bulky sweats which I purposely wore that night. Faith and I had planned this out. I saw her tiptoe to the door, which was open. Meanwhile, I slowly inched over, as if making room on my bed for him. I heard his breathing quicken as he got ready. Once I heard my sister slam the door as she ran, I threw my covers over him and tore out of there.
I quickly caught up to my sister, and pulled her with me. She had already called the cops, and now we just had to try to make it as far as we could to town, which was a decent 20 minute walk.
I turned behind me and saw him chasing us with a wooden bat. "Go, go, come on, Faith, we have to keep moving." I held her and tried to keep running while helping carry her weight.
He was catching up. It was that simple. Faith was tiring fast, and I couldn't make it far carrying her. When we finally collapsed, I covered her and waited. I heard his footsteps pound the pavement and sirens coming closer.
I braced myself. He brought the bat down on my arm, which I had been using to shield myself. I screamed out in pain. The bat came down again, and the sirens stopped in front of us. A police officer came out, but not before the bat came down again. I was screaming, and Faith started crying.
"Drop your weapon! NOW!" The cop yelled.
The bat came down once more and shattered on my arm, the wood fragments embedding themselves in my arm. I was bawling, as the blood flooded the street. I heard a gunshot, before my world went black.
That night we left had started like any winter night that year. He had come into the tiny room I shared with my sister Faith. She had gotten sick earlier that week, so instead of heading towards her bed, I watched him walk towards me in the faint light through the one window.
"Move over, sweetheart." He rasped.
I shifted in my bulky sweats which I purposely wore that night. Faith and I had planned this out. I saw her tiptoe to the door, which was open. Meanwhile, I slowly inched over, as if making room on my bed for him. I heard his breathing quicken as he got ready. Once I heard my sister slam the door as she ran, I threw my covers over him and tore out of there.
I quickly caught up to my sister, and pulled her with me. She had already called the cops, and now we just had to try to make it as far as we could to town, which was a decent 20 minute walk.
I turned behind me and saw him chasing us with a wooden bat. "Go, go, come on, Faith, we have to keep moving." I held her and tried to keep running while helping carry her weight.
He was catching up. It was that simple. Faith was tiring fast, and I couldn't make it far carrying her. When we finally collapsed, I covered her and waited. I heard his footsteps pound the pavement and sirens coming closer.
I braced myself. He brought the bat down on my arm, which I had been using to shield myself. I screamed out in pain. The bat came down again, and the sirens stopped in front of us. A police officer came out, but not before the bat came down again. I was screaming, and Faith started crying.
"Drop your weapon! NOW!" The cop yelled.
The bat came down once more and shattered on my arm, the wood fragments embedding themselves in my arm. I was bawling, as the blood flooded the street. I heard a gunshot, before my world went black.
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