I ran and ran. I couldn't stop running. He would get me if I stopped. I feared him. My bare feet hit the concrete grown roughly with each step. I ignored my now sore feet. If I paid attention to the soreness it would slow me down. I kept glancing behind me. Even though my father wasn't behind me, I couldn't stop running.

I just couldn't.

How long have I been running? An hour? Two hours? I don't know anymore.

I glanced behind me once more. The realization of what happened just hit me. Hard. He ra.ped me. His own son. I sucked in a shaky breath, tears finally started to fall from my eyes. I can't believe he did that. I knew he was capable of beating me, he reminded me of that every night. However, tonight he took it to a new level.

What if this was his new thing? What if he did this every night? I don't think I could handle that. I already get picked on enough at my old school. I got physically,mentally,and emotionally abused at both home and at that school.

Maybe things will change at my new school. Maybe I could finally have a break at school. Maybe I wouldn't be wrong for once.

Who am I kidding? My life is a living hell.

Every second of every day.

It never ends.