A Monster Called Daddy "LEAVE ME ALONE!!!" I shout at the top of my lungs, running down as far as my legs will carry me. I didn't do anything. I didn't say anything. Why me? Why does he always come after me? "COME BACK HERE DAMMIT! JENNY GET BACK HERE NOW OR I'LL KILL YOU TONIGHT!" 'I'm so scared.' I think sarcastically still running for my life. What sucks is that I really was scared. It seemed like nothing...no one would help me. Maybe what the voice said was true. Maybe I was really going to die at 16. If I was, I could tell you who my murderer would be. Right here right now. With out a doubt in my mind I could tell you 100% that my murderer would be him. Him. The monster. I can't even bring myself to call him anything other than that. I could feel him running behind me with his best belt in hand, just waiting to strike my already damaged sensitive skin. This was the most motivation he had ever gave me during his whole existence. This motivated me to run. Run run run! Don't look back. You know he's coming up behind you. You know what he could do to you. Pssh. You know. Hit you. Kick you. Slash you with that belt of his. KILL YOU. RUN DAMMIT! RUN! Best motivation ever. When I finally reached the the front door of my house I knew this was ever. From this point on anything and everything that happened would have to be fast. Do something just 1 second slower than you should and you're dead. Dead. Abolished. Gone. Forever. For good. I quickly unlocked the door knob and pulled the door shut behind me. I knew he was only seconds away. I ran for the nearest tree I could find. I hid there. Stiller than a mannequin I stood. Waiting. Praying. Praying that he wouldn't find me.
"JENNY!" I heard a large deep husky voice call, from about two feet away. "JENNY I KNOW YOU'RE OUT HERE, WHERE ARE YOU GOD DAMMIT! YOU DON'T COME OUT RIGHT THIS SECOND AND YOUR PHONE'S GETTING IT! HELL SO IS YOUR LAPTOP AND YOUR IPOD! NEXT TIME YOU'LL LEARN NOT TO DISRESPECT YOUR FATHER! YOU DUMB BITCH! YOU IDIOT! YOU USELESS PIECE OF SHIT!" Hahaha. Oh his words. They did nothing to me. I wanted so much to yell back at him. To tell him that he was the worst excuse for a father I'd ever seen. To tell him to get out of my life. To tell him that I HATE him. Silence. Cold hard dark silence was my only response. Dear I say anything and he would kill me. I knew it. So I waited. I waited for him to go away, to give up his hunt for me. To leave me alone. Never did it occur to me that this man craved my doom, and he was ready to do anything in his power to make sure that I did in fact reach my doom. BOOM BOOM BOOM, my heart started pounding as his beastly shadow got closer and closer to my hiding place behind the tree. 'Don't find me! Don't find me! Lord have mercy don't find me!' I prayed. If not for the fact that it had been midnight, there is no doubt that my body would be floating along with the fishes in the river. Lifeless. Soulless. Dead. "JENNY GOD DAMMIT WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!" I'm sitting in the most uncomfortable position. Underneath my bottom lies a pile of twigs, grass, dirt, leaves and bugs. God I hated bugs, but I rather get bitten by a million mosquitos than killed by him. I sit in the tornado drill position with my arms wrapped around my legs and my head facing down. I want so much to look up but I knew that any slight movement would make the leaves rattle, make him find me. So I sit still with my head facing down, completely oblivious to anything going on in my surroundings. I look down lower in-between my legs and shift my head to the right to find two legs standing right beside me. 'That's it." I thought to myself. 'I'm dead.' "JENNY WHEN I FIND YOU YOUR ASS IS HISTORY! IF YOU DARE SET FOOT BACK IN THIS HOUSE YOU'RE DEAD!" With that he walked back to the front door of my white painted house and slam the door shut behind him. It had to be a miracle. He was right next to me. He was inches away from being titled murderer. What happened? Had God been looking out for me? Maybe I had a guardian angel. I waited a few minutes to make sure he was gone for sure before looking up to see if anyone was there. Anyone, perhaps maybe my guardian angel? No one. There was no one in sight. It was just luck. Plain stupid annoying luck that I might not have next time he tries to attack me. I couldn't take this anymore. I had to get out. I had to save myself. I had to runaway.