Running

WARNING: KIDNAP AND ABUSE! DO NOT READ IF UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THESE TOPICS. Or do...it's your decision.

"GET BACKH HERRE YOU- YOU UNGRRRATEFFULLL BRRAT!" My step father drunkenly yelled after me as I ran off the deck and on to the lawn, towards the woods which were thirty feet away. "Tch, let the little shit leave. She doesn't belong here anyway." That little comment, from my bitch of a mother, turned me around. "Your right," my bruised, bleeding, and tear stained face turned emotionless as I slowly looked at my mother. She looked at me hard, question in her eyes, "I don't belong with you bastards."

In a millisecond, question turned to rage. "YOU SLIMEY LITTLE-! STORM! GET BACK HERE! ," I was a foot away from the thick forest now, "DO NOT SET ONE FOOT IN THOES WOODS, YOU SHIT!!"

Those words sent me over the edge. I had had it with these people and the amount of mental, physical, AND verbal abuse they put me through. I smiled and flipped a double bird at my mother while walking backwards, disappearing into the thick brush. But the vegetation could not shield me from the glass-shattering screaming of my mother. "STOOOORMM!!!!"

********Time skip brought to you by: my ✨depression✨✌😌 ********

I hadn't stopped running. For. Two. Hours. 'No time to rest. I have to get as far away as possible.' "You need food, idiot." I said this aloud, seemingly to myself. "Well naturally you need food." a gruff, unknown, male, voice said.

I swung around, skillfully grabbing a sharp, thick branch for defense. "I wouldn't do that." the voice was suddenly in my ear, whispering. The presence of a blade was felt a my throat. I tensed but, sadly, this wouldn't be the first time I had felt a knife against my neck. I had small scars left by my mother and step father threatening me with blades, sometimes they broke the fragile skin.

My body took over and began to protect itself, I forced my heart to slow so I could regulate my breathing. I felt more at ease as my breathing shallowed, I actually relaxed for a second and began to think clearly. I still could not see my attacker, meaning i had no idea about any of their weaknesses. The voice was male...wait...MALE! ALL I HAD TO DO WAS KICK BACKWARDS INTO HIS- *ahem* area...aaaand, based upon the angle of his knife and my knowledge of anatomy ( I had to know where things were and weren't supposed to be, but only so I could fix my broken and misplaced bones.) it should be... "MMMmmMHhhhHhHMmMMMM!!!"My attacker yelped! I smirked, 'Found it.'

While the boy withered on the damp forest floor, I picked up his knife. when the black teen tried to sit up... "AGH!" the boy's hands shot up as I pointed the knife under his chin. Then, I saw it, he had a BAG! That meant he must have supplies! "Move." I said flicking my head and eyes over to his bag. "Ha! or what?" The boy was laughing at me. I grazed the tip of the incredibly sharp blade against the dark skin of his Adams apple, drawing blood. "Or, I'll gut you like a fish." I said wiping the blood on my white tee-shirt, not wanting to ruin the beautiful knife. The young man whistled a long, low sound. People emerged from the trees with nets and dart guns. *thwip* I was knocked unconscious by a well aimed blow dart. "Aw, shit." I said before I fell to the ground.

It felt like a nightmare only, these were memories. My mother stood behind me, pulling me by my hair as my stepfather held my legs down, with my arms tied behind my back. "GET THE FUCK OFF ME YOU SICK BASTARDS!!" My step father looked over my thrashing form with lust. It was a look I got very often from him. "NO!" I screamed, tears and blood from the severe beating I had just received, running down my face. He reached up to try and loosen the buttons on my pants. There lied his mistake, with one of my legs free I kicked him in the face, breaking his nose. "YOU LITTLE SHIT!" he screamed. "Oh, you'll regret that, mistake!" My douche bag of a mother said as she pulled harder at my hair, causing more fire to erupt at my scalp. Then it stopped, my brain blocking out the painful memory.