Escape

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     "Hang in there Isabella," I cry out, "we're almost there."

     The blood covers my clothes from her head and runs down my pant legs. We reach the fence that surrounds our yard. I peek to the front of the trailer to see if my mother was home. She wasn't. Safe. That's all I wanted. To be safe. I had to get her out of here. 

     I whisper to her, "Isabella honey, we need to get you stitched up, then we need to leave." I yank open the door, I go to the bathroom and get the first-aid kit. Then I put it back. What am I thinking? I can't use this on Isabella. It will show the parents that we were here. 

     I sprint out the door, and down to my room. I open my closet door, pull the stool out of the corner of the right side, and place it on the shelf. When I stood on it, I could reach to the back of the wall, where my First-Aid kit laid. 

    I rip it open, I grab the needle, the numbing medicine, and the necklace cord. Isabella is laying on my bed, and I go over to her. I rub the numbing medicine on her head after cleaning the wound with alcohol rub, and cloth.  I stitch it up, and she cried out in pain so much. I had to be strong. I gave her Alieve medicine.

     It was time to leave. I grabbed the few thousands of dollars that were under my dresser. Then I ran to the hidden passageway. I kept a jar of one-hundred dollar bills. in total, it was a million dollars. I ran back to the room with Isabella. She was on the floor, screaming. I needed something to knock her out. I grabbed some of my sleeping medicine. I gave it to her. 

     I grab the emergency bag in the closet. It contains clothes for Isabella for a week and me for a week. I grab the money and the bag. I run to my car and put them in it. When I get back inside, I grab blankets and pillows. I go back outside and put them in the car. I write a letter to my mother and father. It says:

                                                                                                                            11/6/17

     Going to the city, to grab groceries. Be back tomorrow morning. -Taylor and Isabella

     I grab the food out of the cupboards, and the fridge, then once again, I go outside and put them in the car. It's time to get Isabella and leave. I go inside and pick her up genitally. I lock the door to the house and grab the extra set of keys. I don't want my mother in the house for a while. Until I can get far away from here. 

     I lay Isabella on the back seat of the car. I pull out of the driveway and leave.