I knew it. I knew one day that my father would force me into the White Soldiers. I just didn't think it'd be today... my twelfth birthday. "Don't fuck with me!" he shouted when I told him I wasn't ready. "But..." He slapped me across the face and I fell to the ground roughly. He then grabbed my shirt and threw me out the from window, breaking the glass. I didn't cry. If I cried I was scared he would kill me... not beat me senseless... but actually kill me. "You do as I say you little shit. Now get the fuck to your room and think of what you are going to do!" I couldn't stand... My body ached and pained. Had I broken anything... physically? I knew I had broken something mentally... I stood up and ran past him and into my room. I closed and locked the door behind me and barricaded it with my bed and dresser. I dropped to the floor and crawled into the corner of my room. I hugged my legs up to my chest and began to cry softly. I closed my eyes and tried not to think of the pain my body was in. My legs and hands were cut by the glass shards of the window. I was bleeding everywhere... "He asked you?" I had told Shayla the next day about yesterday's events. "He didn't ask... he told me I had to." "But you don't have to Jennifer..." "Trust me. He'd kill me... he'd hurt me so bad and I'm afraid. I'm afraid that he'll do something to me if I don't. I have no choice. Shayla... you know how he is. You know what he's capable of." "That's why you contact the police! I don't care if he's the one that makes the money! You'd be sent into foster care... on the clean side!" "But..." "A foster family would probably be better than the family you live in now... Wouldn't it?" I nodded. "Maybe... but then you hear stories of people who are abused and things in that sort of environment..." "Like that abuse is worse than your father's." I looked at her and sighed. "I don't know... maybe," I whispered. I couldn't imagine what it would be like to live on that side... Not at all. It was frightening to be away from this part of the city... I wanted to leave, but a part of me wanted to stay... for Shayla. "Do it. Get him arrested. The bruises and cuts are proof enough that he's done bad things. Plus he's the leader of The White Soldiers... The police would do anything to find out who it is." I looked at the ground. "I can't." "If you won't, then I will," she said. "I will not stand by and watch my best friend be slowly murdered by her own father!" I felt a rush of anger towards my father. Shayla was right... He needed to be stopped. "Alright, I'll tell someone," I said. "Jennifer. You want to tell me something?" asked my father as I walked into the house. "Tell you what?" "A fellow Soldier spotted you and that Fedorka girl talking today," he said and he stood up. I stepped backwards. Did he know? Did he know what Shayla and I were talking about? Did someone tell him?! "N-no..." I said. "Don't you dare lie to me you *****!" he shouted. He raised his hand and I fell backwards. "Don't hit me!" I pleaded. He didn't stop, and his hand slapped my face. I cowered on the floor, and he kicked and kicked me. Blood spurted from my mouth and I coughed. He kicked me one final time before he lifted me up and threw me down onto the cold and hard kitchen floor. "So you're going to get me arrested?!" he shouted and he pulled me up by my collar and slapped me. "NO!!" I screamed. "You dare lie to my face?!" he shouted and he once again threw me to the floor. "I-I'm not lying! I swear! I..." Another kick. "Please! Father! FATHER PLEASE!!" I screamed and cried. "PLEASE STOP!!" He grabbed a knife from the drawer. "Father?!" "I'll show you what the Soldiers do to those who betray us," he said as he came closer to me. "But I... I..." Out of self defense I kicked him between the legs. I watched as he dropped the knife and became weak in the knees. I scrambled to pick up the knife. I pointed it towards him, my hands shaking. "Jennifer? What are you doing?" "Stay away! Stay the fuck away!" I shouted. "You're not going to do anything. You don't have the guts to do anything. So just hand the knife over," he said and he opened his hand to me. I stepped back. "N-no..." "Hand it over! Hand over the ****ing knife!" he shouted and he charged at me. I raised the knife to protect myself and I ended stabbing him in the arm. He winced in pain and collapsed to his knees. "Fuck!" he shouted. "FUCK!!" I felt my eyes well up with tears and I raced to the phone. "Get back here!" he shouted and he reached for me. I grabbed the phone and dialed 911. As soon as I heard the voice on the other end I started to panic. "Please! Please help me!" I screamed. "You have to help me! Please!" "Calm down Miss," said the voice. "JUST COME!! Help me!" "We are tracing your call. Remain calm." "Put that ****ing phone down!" "HELP!!" I screamed. I dropped the phone and I ran. I needed to stay in the house to make sure that I was still here when the police arrived. I ran into my room and slammed the door behind me. Once again I barricaded my door with my bed and dresser. "Open this door! Open the ****ing door!" he shouted as he banged on my door. I covered my ears and sat on the ground. "Go away! LEAVE ME ALONE!!" I screamed. Tears streamed down my face and I closed my eyes, praying to myself that he wouldn't be able to get in. "Open the door Jennifer. Open the door!" Ten minutes later there was a sound of a car pulling up and car doors slamming. "Put your hands on your head and get down on the ground!" shouted a police officer. "What the fuck?!" he shouted. There was the sound of him being handcuffed and brought to the car. I sighed and suddenly I felt dizzy and suddenly everything went black and I fainted.