Too Late to Runaway

Prologue

Hi there fellow wattpadians! well this is the first attempt at writing something on wattpad! :) yay for me :B 

LionAtHeart ;) 

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"Ena! what the hell are you doing? get out of bed!"

My eyelids shot open. The light pierced into my retinas making me groan. A sheet of unhappiness washed over me, an all too familiar feeling that I've become accustomed to. Everyday was like this, everyday I struggled to find the motivation to keep going. I'm still questioning why I am still going, why haven't I left yet?

My bedroom door flew open revealing my frantic mother, I stared at her trying to read what kind of mood she was in. Her hands shaking as if shes going to explode, my eyes drift across her fragile body and I notice a red mark on her cheek the mark you would get after someone has slapped you. I moved my gaze and looked her in the eyes. all I see is regret, and I know why I see regret, I've known for years. She's always regretted having me. I don't remember one fond memory of us as a family, I always just felt fear and guilt.

Though it's because of me that life is a misery... my parents have said it so much I'm starting to believe it. All the beatings, the screaming, the pain, the bruises... the blood. I snap out of my disturbing memories as my mother screeches at me.

"Ena! hurry up and start your chores, or so help me I will show you how little girls get treated when they disobey their parents requests." and with that she left my room slamming the door behind her. I'm not a little girl, I'm 17, and I obey everything. I stare after her, but pat my face a little to wake myself up. Another horrid day here I come.

As I stand up searing pain shoots across my ribs making me double over. I hold onto my dresser and pull myself up, looking back to my bed I see the smear of blood on the sheets from my cuts. I lift my tank top up and scan my stomach and ribs, all bruised and scabbed from the cuts caused by the rings my mother and father wear. 

Everything that has happened, that is happening... that will happen, is all my fault. I need to escape this. I'm so weak though. I need to prepare, I'm going to plan everything. I need to get out of here.