Get away!

My feet pound the pavement, one step at a time. My heart beating in rhythm. In fear. I have to get away. I can't let him hurt me anymore. I wipe the blood from my face, my mouth still filled with a familiar metallic taste. I can still feel his bare hands around my neck as I run through darkened alleyways. I am no longer scared of him, I just need to escape. I stumble in the blackness, my legs collapsing underneath my worn out body, cutting my hands on broken glass bottles left by yesterdays drunks. I have no idea where I am, but I don't care. As  long as I am as far away as possible from him. I touch my arms, feeling the bruises and scars. Each one telling its own story, each memory its own. As I gasp for breath I remember how he used to be. I was his princess, his one and only. My memories flash before me like an old movie, flickering against the night sky. How I wish he would pick me up, kiss my forehead and tell me everything was going to be okay. Then carry me home as if I were still a baby. 

What changed? My mother used to speak so highly of him, always reminding me how lucky we were to have him. Of course I didn't know then that she was hiding her own scars. I was angry at her, asking why she would stay with a man who hurt her. I know now. How difficult it is to leave someone you love, yet hate at the same time. Its like being trapped, knowing that if you escape you will be hunted down. 

My heart stops for a moment. A cold shiver crawls up my spine. I hear his voice call out to me in the silence. His voice sweet but I can see past this disguise he has used so many times before. I cover my bloody mouth with my equally damaged hands in an attempt to mask my terrified breathing. His footsteps thunder louder, closer to where I hide so pathetically. I desperately pray, hoping he will pass by. He stops. I can feel the heat of his thick legs near my face, wondering if he can see me. Without thinking I let out the silent breath I had been holding in just as he turned to walk away. We both freeze on the spot simultaneously. I wait.

Has he seen me?

I wrote this straight from my head. Not brilliant but I hope you like it. xx