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Yells. Curses. Screams. Lies. Hiding. Submitting...
It was never enough. never for him at least...
You had to get out of this hell hole...
What day was it? Wednesday. That's right... Tomorrow, tomorrow was a good day, that way he could be gone for even a couple minutes so you could sneak out the back door with the money you knew he stashed in his bottom drawer. Maybe then you can get out of town, maybe the state... Yeah... that sounds nice.
You drawl on the thought before your worst nightmare slams the door open, cooing your name out from your new hiding space within his house.
You were under all the dirty clothes in the closet, thankfully you were small so you wouldn't make it too obvious that you were there.
You could almost FEEL him stalking the room as you hear a loud BAM in a door opening only for the floor boards under the carpet to creak from him moving, seeing as he didn't find you wherever he opened.
"[Y/N]~... Come on out of hiding little birdy~... I'm not gonna hurt you this time, I promise." His voice soothing, but you knew this trick too well, he's done it many times and just the sound of it makes your skin crawl, "I'm sorry baby... Get out here... please?..." His voice seemed to drift off as he went into another room.
You release the breath you didn't even know you were holding...
CRASH
"GET THE FUCK OUT HERE NOW BEFORE WE START HAVIN' A PROBLEM BITCH!!!"
You're breath hitches as you hear more banging and crashing. You close your eyes and pray to God he doesn't find you. All alarms in your head starts to go off as his stomping roared to the closet of where you where. You try as you might to sink closer to the ground under the pile of clothes, BAM! The door of the closet opens. Its eerily and nerve wracking quiet as you bite your lip.
He starts knocking over the vacuum, the extra blankets on the top shelf, behind the shoe holder thingy that holds all the shoes but to your happiness he doesn't find you yet.
More strangle curses and muffled sentences course out of his mouth and you hear his stomping to the living room, the jingle of keys and the front door open and slam.
But this is also not new to you, you still stay there, waiting.... Waiting for the sound of his car to turn on but it doesn't come. so you stay there.
He's waiting for your move...
And you don't move a muscle.
You hear him holler and scream obscenities, but it wasn't outside, actually inside.
You feel victorious.
You finally heard the clank and slam of the front door and the car turn on and tire squeal to the sudden movement of the gas being throttled and go down the street.
YES! YES!! YES!!!
You practically jump from glee when you get out of the safety of the clothes and run to the drawer, You open the top drawer grab the key inside and go the the bottom drawer and unlock it, you grab all the loot, a pocket knife, your old pepper spray that he took from you a year ago, the ziplock bag of all his stashed money (5 Grand) and grab your sweater that was NOW on the floor instead of the jacket rack by the door... that was also on the ground with all his jackets...
damn...
You quickly step over it and go into the kitchen, going into another drawer where you knew where there was a lot of keys. You grab the 6 keys and go to the back door, ONE of the keys HAD to work. You try and try until you get to the 4th one, and...
click
You hear your heart racing faster than ever before, excitement crawling up your soul.
Freedom, FINALLY!
You hop over the fence and go to the coffee shop LITERALLY down the street and ask to use their phone to book you a flight out of the country.