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The hiding truth (Chapter 5 .) "When I left you, I left

The hiding truth (Chapter 5 .)


 
"When I left you, I left for a reason."
     

 
     I was frozen. I couldn't move, because of the shock I was in. My phone was still disconnected. The apartment phone rang. Who could be calling at this hour? It was around three in the morning, and the ringing woke me up. I trudged shakily to the phone in the bedroom. "Hello?" I didn't know the number. "Christine. Where are you." oh no. I wanted to hang up, I really did. But if I did, she'd track me down. Now she knew where I was living, and there was no escaping it.
     Well, you're probably confused at why my sister and I moved here, and why my mom is calling. See, it started when I was only eight years old. It was just me as an only child. My dad, Carl, and my mom, Judith. It was a snowy night, and we were on our way home from dinner. We stopped at a red light. My mom forgot her purse. My dad was so mad. She was drunk again, and he had it. When the light turned green, they started to bicker back and forth, with me still in the back seat. It was chaotic. We got home, and that's when it happened. My dad through my mom to the ground, and into the vase. She passed out. I hit my dad and ran upstairs, hoping he wouldn't follow while he was on his rampage.
      "Christine! Get back here!" he called all the way up the spiral staircase. I reached the third floor, and darted to the safe room. It was a small room about the size of my own, and it held snacks, blankets, pillows, water, dinner meals, a phone, and a small window. It could only be opened from the inside. I stayed in there for about two hours. I called the police, and I still sat there. Even when they came to the safe house. I was in shock, and I wouldn't open the door for anyone.
     We filed for him to be arrested, but it was too late and he was already gone somewhere. My mom met someone new in the following year, and he got her pregnant. I was only ten when my sister was born. Well, half-sister. My mom continued her drinking abuse, and it was up to me to care for my sister. I did this forever, and now. Around when my sister was two, my mom and her boyfriend broke up.
     My mom began to drink more and more. I was scared. It turned out that me and Arianna had to sleep in the safe room constantly. I never called the police though. Not once, when I should've. One day, I woke up in the safe room, with Arianna. I heard a voice downstairs. It was my dad talking to my mom. It'd been when I was twelve, four years after he left. He wanted her back. I didn't. She turned him down, and... he shot her. In the leg. And ran away. I called 911 after the gunshot, and ran down to my mom, leaving Arianna in the safe room. She was in recovery for three weeks, and when she came home, things were different.
     The next year, my dad came back. My mom took him back, and dropped all charges. I was now thirteen. She carried on her drunk acts, and my dad beat her. Really hard. I couldn't take it anymore. 
     Two years later, when I was fifteen, a night when my mom was out, I took a bus, and drove to the airport. We planned this for a while, and finally escaped to a place in the next state. My mom found us, and we were returned home. My dad slapped me across the face, and broke my elbow. It can never straighten completely again. My dad threw my sister across the floor, and hit her, too. The next night my parents went out, and Arianna and I escaped to the airport. This time we went across the country, disconnected my phone, and left no trace behind. Since my dad was wanted in our state, they couldn't call the police. Now, she found us.  

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