Chapter 51

LEAH’S POV

I watched him eat his soup.  I was getting so tired, I just wanted to sleep while he was almost passed out on his chair, drunk as a skunk.  I didn’t dare move or speak.  I tried to keep my breathing at the same pace and keep my heart rate down.

It a little half past four in the morning, I knew, well hoped was a better word that Jason new I was missing.  I kept thinking back to the piece of paper I had given him with the addresses of the house and my aunt’s house. But now, I had no idea where I was.  The address nor the street name, I was useless.

My eyes never leaving my father’s body, his eyes, watching him breathing, to give me a sign when he’d fall asleep.

He let me use the bathroom when his soup was ready, but just like before the door needed to stay open.

When I was finally sure he was asleep, I waited longer so he could go into a deep sleep.  The floor made noise when you would walk on it, which was the last thing I needed to happen and wake him up.  I also knew I couldn’t just leave the house, he’d find me.  My eyes left him and I looked around for my bag.  So thankful he brought it with us, I knew my phone was in there.  Always on silence because of school and I’d always forget about it and putting the ringer louder.

I rarely used it and so I knew my chances of my father knowing I had it were very slim.  If he knew, he would have opened my bag and looked for it, and he practically didn’t touch my bag.

I stayed in the chair I was on for close to 45min.  I knew the sun would rise soon and that would wake him up so I needed to do this quick.

I slowly got up, my eyes still on him and walked backwards as slow as possible.  My head screaming for me to run but I knew better, running would wake him up so fast.  Every time he took a breath in, I would move a step back.  When I finally got to my bag, I opened the zipper slowly and got my phone out.

I had 18 missed calls.  I could hear the TV real well from where I was, I wondered if I called, if my voice would wake him up.  I knew this was my chance, now or never, if I’d wake him up and see what I was doing, he was going to kill me for sure.

I just knew that I couldn’t keep doing this.  I didn’t want to run forever, to be scarred he’d come after me until I knew he died.

I couldn’t even kill him right now, there was nothing and if I missed…it would be me.  I didn’t want to die, but I wasn’t going to run anymore.

I opened my phone, and turned down the volume that way, Jason voice wouldn’t be loud.  I thought about calling 911, but I wasn’t as stupid as last time I had done that.  My father was well known, last time they had laughed. Even though we weren’t in Thunder Bay, I didn’t know if my father had connections here.  I knew Jason was my only choice.

I found Jason’s number and pressed, talk.  I put the phone to my ear and waited.  Jason was right, maybe this phone wasn’t such a bad idea.

‘Leah!  Where are you?!’ Jason practically yelled.

I closed my eyes, and I could fell the tears go down my face so fast.

‘Jason…’ I whispered so low, hoping he would hear me and that I wouldn’t wake up my father.

‘Are you ok?  Where are you? Wait I’ll put you on speaker, we’re with the cops.’ he asked me, I could tell he was panicking.

‘Jason, I don’t have a lot of time.  He’s asleep, but he won’t be for long.’ I whispered again.

‘Miss Heart where are you exactly if you know.’ I heard a man say.

‘I don’t know, it’s like an old house or cottage.  Like a 3 hours drive.’ I stated still whispering.  I heard something so I looked back at my father’s chair.  He hadn’t moved but his breathing had changed.

‘Are you hurt Miss Heart?’ the man asked again.

‘He just hit me a few times.’ I whispered.

‘Son of a bitch.’ I heard in the background, thinking it was Jason.

‘Can you leave the house.’ The mystery man asked.

I looked at the door from where I was, ‘No.’ I whispered.

‘Listen, you have a GPS on your cell phone, since it has been on, we’ve found your location.  I’ve contacted the police station in that jurisdiction and they should be there…’ I didn’t hear the rest because something else had my attentions.

My father standing, looking at me extremely pissed off.

‘Oh God’ was all I was able to say.  I dropped the phone and stood up. 

In four large steps he was right in front of me.  ‘You fucking bitch!’ he yelled at me.  I felt his punch hit my cheek.

He grabbed my shirt so I wouldn’t fall and then he punched me a few times in my stomach.  I couldn’t breathe, the first punch to my face made me stop breathing, and with the punches to my stomach I couldn’t take a breath.

He let go my shirt and I fell right to the floor.  He then started kicking my legs then went around to my back.

I knew I had to say something to make him stop but I didn’t know anything else that would have the same effect than what I didn’t want to say.  So I prayed that I would either die or pass out before it would happen.

I raised my arm as best as I could to get his attention and it worked.  He stopped and just looked at me like I was a disgusting bug that he would love to kill.

‘Please, please stop…dad.  I’ll do anything you want…anything.’ I said loud enough so he would hear.  The tears going down my face because I was in so much pain and because I gave up.  The only thing I never wanted to happen again, I was offering it to him. 

I prayed that my phone broke when it fell or that my father broke it somehow, even though I didn’t see him touch it.  I prayed that Jason didn’t hear me say that.  I could barely it stand myself, I was angry and so disgusted with myself, how could Jason not be.

My father stop kicking me, he lowered himself so he could see me better.  ‘Is that what you want?  You want your dad’s special attention?’ he asked me.

I tried to make my tears stop falling but they wouldn’t.  I knew he hated when I cried but this time, I just couldn’t control them.

I tried to take a deep breath but it hurt so damn bad I knew some of my ribs were broken.

‘I’m tired of running.’ I said.

He turned me around and I screamed in pain.  Like he didn’t care, he wasn’t careful as he moved me.  When my back was on the ground, his hands grabbed my shirt and ripped it open.  I closed my eyes because I didn’t want to know what was going to happen next.

I felt my bra move, I turned my head to the side so I wouldn’t see his face like I had dreamed of all the other times before.  I tightly shut my eyes and I felt his hands on my breasts.  I could feel my pizza I had with Laura starting to come up.

‘I have missed these.’ He said, I knew he was talking about my breasts.  I could taste the blood in my mouth and I wanted to spit it out but that would just enrage him even more so I kept swallowing. 

His hands went to my stomach, he passed his hands on it then he started to undo my jeans.

I couldn’t help it anymore, I started to sob.  Praying, which I never really had before, to die soon.  To make me die before he went threw with the whole thing.

My pants were at my knees and he had ripped my underwear.  He tried rapping me with my pants still on but realized he couldn’t.  He took one leg out of my jeans when the front door busted open.  Both of us caught off guard I froze and he grabbed me by my neck bringing me up and closer to him.

I knew he was panicking but I don’t think he realized how hard he was strangling me.  I could see flashlights and a lot of people.  “Great more people to see me naked” was my thought.

I could hear them tell my father to let go his hold on me but he didn’t.  I knew I didn’t have much time left, I kept trying to take a breath in but nothing would happen.  My eyes felt like they were going to pop out of my sockets and my hands trying to pull his hands away from my neck were starting to let go.  I started to have no more control over my body.

My eyes started to close when heard a loud bang.  I felt myself fall back to the floor and I passed out.

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