Prologue/Chapter 1
“Darn you, woman!” A man—a monster—stormed his way up the stairs and yelled to his property.
“Coming, darling. I’m coming.” A woman’s voice replied loudly to make sure her owner could hear her no matter what. Who knows what the consequences of an unanswered command could be. She hurried down the hall towards the stairwell.
“Do you know what time it is?”
“It’s nearly seven o’ clock sir.”
There was a pause.
“AND, what time is that?”
“It’s…”
“Spit it out, woman!”
“I don’t know.” She looked up at her owner with swollen eyes still healing from its last defeat in battle. They told a tale of fear and terror. They held a spirit of defiance.
“You know darn well, Matthew.” She inhaled deeply knowing all-too-well what this would get her. “So why ask.”
The man looked back at her with red fiery eyes. They told a tale of power and control. They held the spirit of a rock.
“Fine. I’ll gladly show you what time it is. I’ll give you an education you’ll never forget.”
The monster balled his hand into a bullet and got ready to aim.
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Daddy always told me to stand up for myself. That’s pretty much all he told me or all that he had time for to tell me. Daddy was all ways busy with something. His career as one of those fire men was so time consuming that it nearly consumed all the time that was supposed to be spent with his only daughter. So, whenever I do get a chance to be with him, I cherished it greatly. I will never forget the time when Daddy said that his whole day was going to be dedicated to me. I was stunned or more exactly excited. I remember squealing as he sat me on his lap.
“Wanna hear a story, Mattie?”
“Would you really? Oh, please, Daddy. Pretty please?”
“With a cherry on top?” He chuckled.
“Of course, Daddy!”“Well ok. One day there was this boy and a bully.”
That’s how it went and from then on, I was hooked. Not only was Daddy a good life saver, he was a great story-teller.
“The End.” Daddy looked at me and smiled.
“That’s it? That’s how it ends?
“That’s how it ends. The boy stands up to the bully and the bully stops bullying the boy.”
“A happy ending, right Daddy?”
“That’s right Mattie. That’s right.”
Oh, how the memories plague me. They plague me more than…more than me and my one situation. The scene plays over and over in my mind and the same question pop up: “If that boy had a happy ending, why can’t I have one?” Of course, the boy’s struggles were simply a first school matter; my struggles (in a mild sense) could effect my own being here on the planet.
Oh, no, the baby’s crying again. He needs his mother. He needs his father. Or does he? Maybe he needs someone else. Someone more suited to parenting. Someone who isn’t hit every night…
Yes, that’s it. I will take my only child out of here. No, both of us. My boy and I will flee together out of this madness. I don’t want my baby boy hurt like I am.
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The butter churn was heavy and my arms were starting to ache but I had to get my boy to safety. It was pitch dark and I didn’t know exactly where I was going. But I did know of another village several miles away on the other side of Falls Wood. Matthew never let me out past the forest by myself so no one knew of me there. It was a perfect place to make a new life for me and my baby. The exact plan wasn’t very well thought out but I was desperate. Once in awhile, my baby would cry and I would put my hand in the butter churn and run my hands through his hair to calm him down again. I chose to put him in a butter churn with some cloth for protection; it was the only thing that I could find that could withstand the situation of our journey. Safety was key.
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I remember my heart running as fast as the cheetah, an animal on the mythical planet Earth. I could hear Matthew. I could hear his voice. He was following me.
“I know you’re out here, you devil’s daughter!”
Leaves crunched in the distance as a predator stalked his prey.
“You better come out here, this instance or God so help me—.”
His voice rang in my head as I kept going deeper and deeper into the forest, the moon was my only source of light. He knew where I was so essentially I was defeated once again. But then, I saw the thing in the distance. Refuge.
The thing was a building of some type right in the middle of the woods. There was a small clearing a few feet’s radius from the front steps of the building. I couldn’t make out specific descriptions of it in the darkness but I could see metallic double doors shimmering in the night. My mind raced, praying that I could out run Matthew, the doors would be unlocked, and that I could close the doors just in time to lock Matthew out. Lock him out of my life. Though, I knew it would be and was risky. Too risky. Judging from the loudness of the leaves crunching, Matthew couldn’t have been more than a few yards away.
Nevertheless, I bolted as fast as I could towards the doors, dodging trees right and left, careful to keep the butter churn close to my chest. As I reached the clearing, I heard Matthew’s voice, sending an electric pulse down my spine. Sweat dripped down my forehead and my fingers went numb as they held my baby boy.
“I see you, you know. You can’t hide now, woman.”
It was true. I could still hear leaves crunching so Matthew hadn’t reached the clearing yet. I still had time.
I finally got to the doors but my blood went cold.
It was locked. I was dead meat. Matthew laughed.
“Nowhere to go, huh?”
It was an evil laugh but I still had a feat to pull off before I was to be dragged back to be battered for the millionth time in my life. There was a corner on the side of the doors that I could place my baby safe inside the butter churn. Placing it close to my chest so Matthew couldn’t see, I leaned down to softly place down on the ground. The darkness covered up the butter churn’s hiding place.
As I lifted myself from the ground, I felt a strong grip on my arm as the monster twisted it around, forcing me to look him in the eye.
“What are you doing down there?”
I stood up straight to hide my terror of him finding out that I was holding a butter churn filled with our baby. My baby.
“Humph. Doesn’t matter does it? You’re back where you started, hun.” He laughed softly, his emerald green eyes piercing my soul. Matthew suddenly grabbed my jaw, swinging me only a few inches from his lips so I could smell his putrid breath.
“And there’s nothing you can do about it.”
And I couldn’t but I knew one thing for sure. My baby boy would no longer live in a household with a monster. Though, I would never even think of what he did come to live with.
