Threatening (Chapter-12)

"How many times am I allowed to shower."

"How often did you take them?" 

"Everyday." I mumbled as he crossed his arms. 

"Then there's your answer. How are you still not getting it. Such a stupid fucking girl. Jesus Christ!"

That night he was back to biting. He had one hell of a temper on him, and I didn't know how to take it. I sat there in the pyjamas with a bar of chocolate drinking a glass of brandy as he roasted me on how pathetic I was. He followed on to tell me that the brandy would help my pain because let me tell you, those pains were unbearable. I touched my sore lip with the glass, and it stung as I took a sip. Usually under normal circumstances it would be a perfect night in as we watched a movie. I didn't feel comfortable though because I was sat next to Mr. Threatening.

We always watched what he wanted to watch. He fed me the same thing each day. Potatoes. I hated them and I knew that if I did manage to escape then I would avoid anything that had them in. Those included chips, mashed potatoes and baked potatoes. A bland meal to eat daily. I couldn't handle it. 

"Andy how are you?" 

Darren sat back on the sofa next to me as Andy stood in the living room. Darren looked me up and down before smirking. 

"Go and sit on the floor whore. Don't be such a bitch and make our guest stand up. Hoe."

Yeah. More words to hurt me. I was starting to get used to them, so they weren't hurting me as much each passing day. I started to see them as normal words the same way as people would use babe and hun. I nodded my head, stood up and walked to sit down on the floor. 

"Sorry."

That was the word which came out of my mouth more times than it should. Still, I liked to believe that by saying that one word it got me out of some bad shit. Which it did. Andy started to show up more often and Darren would send me out of the living room to the kitchen area. I couldn't grab a knife because he had locked all of the cupboards and drawers with keys that he would pass to his security men so that I couldn't get a hold of them when he was sleeping. I did think about punching his face in, but I couldn't find that nasty side of me to do it. I would think about how he would react, how many punches I could get in before he would rise up and if I could actually survive his hard punches. He would leave me dying on the floor I thought to myself as I sat on the cold white and black tiles in the light kitchen that looked brown because of the darkness. My life was starting to match up with Rapunzels when she was locked away in the tower. The difference was that I was only allowed to do my activity book for ten minutes in the day. That wasn't long when you actually start focusing on the task at hand. 

Darren popped his head through the door and told me that he wouldn't be back until morning. I nodded and he slammed the door before leaving the house. I sat there until I fell asleep. This started happening every day for a week straight. Life seemed to be getting worse. His rules were adding up more and more. I couldn't keep up with all of the changes and one day I glanced at the door that for some unknown reason been left open slightly. One that he didn't notice. 

The night before he had hit me again because he could get away with it. His words. That same saying was repeated more often. You cannot leave me, you never will leave me, nobody can help you, you can only help yourself. It was said six times a day after he would make me cry. I decided that it was time to take my life into my own hands and I moved myself to the door before sliding through it. Was it a trap? I didn't know but I wasn't going to sit there and stare at it when I had been given the chance to escape. I remember running to a set of bushes at the back of the big garden and waiting until it was clear for me to go. I ran. I ran for my life never to look back again. 

There was a train station not too far away. Five minutes, if that. I decided to take the chance and jump on board. I didn't care if I was to be caught by those who give out fines for tickets. I just needed to get away. 

I came through on that day. I was on my period, and it was heavy. A woman approached me as I stood there, and she actually spoke English. She explained my situation and then wrapped her red jacket around me to cover up my embarrassment. I asked her where we were, and she told me that we were in Ireland. I didn't know how I would get back and started to panic but she calmed me down and guided me to a seating area. 

"Are you in trouble?" 

I nodded my head. I was petrified that he would find me. She gave me some money after asking me where I needed to go. The sum that she gave me was enough to get me on a boat to the other side. I thanked her but she told me that I had to be quick because it was seven o'clock at night. I did hope that I could get on board. 

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