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Chapter Fifteen

Another door opened, and then another he rifled through both rooms until finally Janie’s door opened. He didn’t speak at all, just opened the closet door and closed it. I knew he was just passing time. He knew exactly where I was now and he was just playing with my head, waiting to pounce for when I’d least expect it.

But I was prepared. I was ready to fight, it was either fight or die and if I’d learnt anything in the past week it was that I was capable of living.

I turned on to my back and grabbed my brick phone. I could vaguely hear the sound Nick’s car driving from the phone, I prayed he, or the police were close.

I braced myself,  I couldn’t be sure how he was going to grab me, and I needed to expect anything. My breathing quickened and suddenly the mattress and base of the bed were overturned, My father lifted and hurled them to the side, giving me enough time to sit up and use my leg to trip him over.

As soon as he was on the ground I jumped to my feet and ran for the door of Janie’s bedroom, I opened the door, escaping in to the hallway.

“Sarah!!” He shouted “That was unwise!”

I turned back to face him, he was slowly getting up,  and I wondered if I’d done some real damage to his ankle. He looked up at me however, with a menacing smile, those evil brown eyes stared through me, burning me like they had done for so many years before.

Suddenly he was up, on his feet and coming for me, he’d tricked me and I’d stood here like a moron. I’d had a chance to escape fully and I hadn’t taken it. I threw the brick phone hard at his face, I could hear the crack from three metres away, As it hit his nose, breaking it. He stopped and looked at me, as blood ran furiously down his face. I didn’t have time to run for the kitchen and grab a weapon when the door was only mere feet away from me.

“You’re nothing to me. You’ll pay for what you’ve done” I uttered as I turned and ran for the front door. I unbolted the dead bolt and unlocked the door, but before I managed to open the door and escape, I was grabbed with amazing force by the hair from behind and dragged down the hallway.

“Big mistake” He laughed manically.

He dragged me in to the bathroom; glass askew all over the floor.

I could feel the small shards scrap against my skin, like sandpaper, not sharp enough to break the skin, but rough enough to hurt. He sat on me, straddling my chest, his weight crushing my lungs.

“I’m not the same scared little girl anymore. I won’t let you hurt me again” I yelled using almost all of my limited lung capacity, still very much scared, but not willing to be trapped again, not willing to let him have a hold over me.

“Ha! You keep telling yourself that love. Your mother said the same almost exactly 11 years ago”

“What are you going to do? Drug me? tell me I’m insane? What!?”

“I’m going to take you home” he replied simply, pulling a small white bottle of pills from his jeans.

I tried to wriggle and shift; I knew what those tablets meant. I knew one of those would have been incapacitated for hours. He would get his way, I would be back there and he would make it impossible for me to leave again.

“Yes that’s right Sarah… Happy pills. You remember these don’t you”