Dream

Realization

TW// VIOLENCE   

A few days passed, maybe a week, I wasn't sure but I finally figured out his routine after some time. Though after what happened fear was an understatement to describe how Kieran made my existence consumed by fear. So frightened, doing something as little at breathing around him made me panic. He definitely put me in my place after that. But today, today was my chance of escaping.

I know, I know. It's risky, but it's my best bet and probably the only chance I have.

    He up at the crack of dawn, gets ready and around 6AM Kierans ready to go. He hangs around until 6:25 and then comes to bother me, after that we eat breakfast and around 7:45 Kieran is getting ready to leave the place. But there's a catch, right before he leaves he always, always forgets his watch. It's stupid but that's what makes him keep the front door open for a short second as he goes to grab it. Between that gap I have about 5 seconds to make it past him, out the door and out of here. It seems pretty impossible to me but I'll try.

    It was 7:30, I sat at the kitchen table staring straight ahead, clearly lost in my plan. Consumed by anxiety to the point where I was shaking: even thinking about the plan sent me panicking.

Kieran had gone upstairs but was coming back down talking distantly. He's on the phone. It was better that way, he won't be able to yell at me. I bit my lip aggressively, unaware Kieran was right behind me.

His hand grabbed my face, pinching it together. I released my lip and looked up at him with a scowl on his face but it disappeared right as I stopped. He smiled and continued his conversation. Kieran walked to the door and then right as he was about the walk out he stopped. Searching for his watch where it usually, cabinet drawer, the only problem was, I hid it an hour ago.

    Kieran glared at me clearly telling me to 'not fucking move', I ignored him as if I had no idea the door was even open and ate my fruit. It tasted so bad, my stomach was turning, I was sweating like no one's business and as he left upstairs my eyes darted to the door. I looked back making sure he wasn't hiding, silently got up and pushed my chair aside tip-toeing to the open door.

I stopped at the entrance and waited for any sound...there, he was coming back down. I threw myself out of the door, my numb legs running down the hallway of the building I ran and ran for my life.

At the end of the hallway I turned right and saw an elevator. No, that would take too long. I alarmingly looked around with my heart thumping harshly inside my chest as my stomach tightened. I rushed down the opposite end and found the emergency stairs practically throwing myself down them.
To make things even better; I was on the top fucking floor. I should've taken the elevator. Entering a random floor, I ran towards the elevator and pressed at the button until an empty cart stopped. I hit the first floor instantly.

    I picked at my lip and huffed heavily. What if he's already on the main floor? Can I make it past him? There should be people there - I can ask for help.
The ding of the elevator snatched my attention and the doors opened exposing me to a fancy lobby, shining chandeliers and bright garnet floors and gold countertops but beyond the buildings extravagance were the beautiful people walking by. I let out a sigh of relief as I stepped out and admired all of the people.

    I charged at the main desk and shakily threw myself on the top, going straight for the first person I focused on. A woman in her mid 30's jerked at my action and widened her eyes at me.

    I gasped and felt the tears burn inside my eyes.

    "Can I help you?" She asked.

    "Please...," I stuttered, "H-help me,".