Thread: Runaway Rescue

Name- Jewel Mouse McKenna Age- 18 Image - Other Nothing special Jewel sat back in her chair, but continued staring out the window. It was such a lovely day... Jewel closed her eyes and imagined she was surrounded by the dense wood that lay behind her house. That no electricity existed, that the only thing she knew were what her body told her. Today had been worse than yesterday, and yesterday had been worse than the day before. And to prove her point, she quickly stood and dashed to her closet as she heard her Mother's footsteps coming towards her room. The clickity-clack struck terror in her heart, and she wondered everyday if today was the day things would break. Something kept her back every time, but things were getting worse. It stopped being spankings six years ago, it stopped being beatings when her mother put her head through the wall. Fourteen-year-old girls shouldn't fear for their lives, without knowing why. Good, you're just cleaning... Jewel shuddered at the voice. What else would I have to do? she asked quietly. She heard her mom come closer and she shrank into the tiny room, but her mother pulled her out by her long pale-blonde curls. Jewel jerked away, spinning to face her. She was shocked when her mother slapped her without a word, and she pushed her away hard. The girl's dark blue eyes flashed, staring at the woman towering over her. A hand raised to her stinging cheek and she growled, crouching into a defensive position. You bitch! she shrieked. Don't touch me! You hit me again and I'll leave! Whore! I saw you with that Perkins boy! Did you think I wouldn't? You're a dirty slut! Her mother rained down blows which her daughter tried to block. The more she cowered, the harder the hits came. He's my friend! Jewel cried. He's just my friend! LIAR! Her mother grabbed Jewel by the arm and started dragging her out the door. You're a whore, just like your father! If you want to be a whore, you'll get treated like a whore! Jewel screamed, but ultimately she was drug behind her mother. When they got to the stairs, Jewel struggled even more. She knew where they were headed... the kitchen. Jewel's mind raced. Anywhere but there... The kitchen was full of more dangerous things than belts and fists. Last she knew her mother hadn't bought new wooden utensils... Jewel chose desperation over reason. She stopped pulling and pushed. She pushed hard, hoping that it would be enough to throw the woman off her balance. She didn't care if she ended up broken rather than her mother, in fact, she started wishing it from the first pull of unsteadiness to when they crashed down on the landing. It wasn't a long flight of stairs, no more than ten or so, but Jewel felt woozy when she sat up. She scrambled away when her Mother moved, then got to her feet and ran to the door, her limp slowing her a little. Her mother hadn't moved and for a moment Jewel watched, before ripping the door open and fleeing into the streets. If her mother caught her, Jewel didn't want to know what would happen. And so, ignoring the stabbing pain in her knee, she pushed deeper into the forest, running the only direction her mother didn't know. If her mother was dead, Jewel didn't know... and she wondered more the further she got from the house if she had killed the woman. But in an instant she realized she didn't care if she ever went back. It'd be an unsolved murderkidnapping for all of time. Jewel could only hope.