Trapped

*Lily's POV*


~ 'You listen to me, you fucking bitch,' he said as he threw me up against the wall, his hand wrapped tightly around my neck.

'You're not leaving me..' His words were slurred. 'You're not leaving me until I'm done with you. Understand?' I tried to escape from his hold but nothing worked. I couldn't even let out a sound unless it was the sound of me weeping or gasping for air. I had to get out of here.

Irritated by my useless squirming, he threw me against the wall once more. He took another sip from his bottle. 'Understand?!' He repeated, louder this time. I could feel myself trembling with every word he spat at me, scared this could be the end. 'Answer me when I'm talking to you, bitch!'
'Please..'
I managed to finally say, my voice barely a whisper.
'Dont..'

Before I could finish my sentence, he grabbed me by my hair and dragged me to the bedroom. I couldn't stop myself from screaming. I don't know why I'm even fighting back. It's useless. He pushed me to his bed, got on top of me, and silenced my cries and yells for help with his hand on my mouth. He reached for his pocket knife and held it close, ready to slit my throat.. I lay there frozen, too scared to breathe.. To scared to make a sound. Too scared to think.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if I were to just go.. Maybe this could be the end.. Of my pain. My sadness. My anger. My confusion.. Me"~

I woke up, breathing hysterically.
I could feel my heart beating faster, the sweat dripping down my face, my temperature rising.
The place I woke up in looked familiar, but I had such a horrible feeling about it.

Then it hit me.
I was in Jake's room.
I panicked. Just the very thought of him had me crying and terrified.
I had to leave while I have the chance but before I could even get myself up, I felt something tug on my ankle which caused the bed to make a sound. I removed the blanket that covered me and saw rope knotted all around my ankles. Are you kidding me?!

I looked around for anything that would help free me. I checked the clock.. 3:15 am. Find something now, Lily. Quick. This wasn't the time to panic.

My eye caught a small but shiny object laying on the drawer. Jake's pocket knife. That dumb ass left it here. How stupid is he?

I checked the clock. It read "3:45" am. Shit, I mumbled under my breath. I had no time. Jake could come in any second. Without missing a beat, I grabbed the knife and started cutting the rope.

I was almost done cutting the rope off my left ankle, but I heard the front door open and my heart beat faster. I heard the sound of his keys as he put it down on the table. I could already tell he was making his way down the hallway and into this room. "LILY" he yelled. "Oh, little bitch!" I panicked. Without thinking at all, I hid the knife underneath my pillow and shut my eyes closed. As his slow but heavy footsteps made its way to the room, I grew more afraid of what he was going to do. The anticipation I had in waiting for his appearance at the door was too much for me to handle.

Unexpectedly, he kicked the door open, almost breaking it and my whole body flinched. I think he was too drunk to notice.

He unsteadily made his way to the bed and got into the position he was when my nightmare ended. He smelled like booze just like he always did, but tonight, I was afraid I knew it was worse. He grabbed my face and my eyes opened wide with shock. He slowly unzipped his pants letting his center out and took my hands in his, guiding it to his lower.

"Stop!" I begged. "Please!"
He didn't stop.
Smacking me across the face, he yelled "Do this for me, you fucking slut!"
He reached for my pants and attempted to take them off. I yelled again. He held my face as he applied forceful kisses on me, suffocating me. "Come on, baby," he whined. "Do this for me. Remember how much fun we had?" I tried pushing him off but he wouldn't let up. I felt trapped.
Quickly, I reached for the knife that was hidden right under my pillow and forced it to his arm.

"You stupid bitch!" He groaned as he fell over, holding the arm I had just stabbed.
I broke away from his little trap, and ran down the hall way. But before I went to the door, I saw the wallet Jake left on the counter right next to his keys. I had to leave and go somewhere he couldn't find me and if I took the car, he could just track me down just as easy.

All of a sudden, I saw Jake at the end of the hallway, panting and leaning against the wall. I wasted no time in grabbing his wallet, my jacket from the coat hanger near the door and leaving that damn house. I ran down the street, zipping my jacket up, hiding my clothes stained with blood - mine and his - and just kept running. I had to leave. Think Lily. Think. What can I do? I couldn't stay here anymore. While I was running, I looked a bit lost. This was the first time I've actually gotten out of the house.
I looked for something that could help me leave. Anything. A bike, a car, a train, a... Bingo. There was a bus station, taking people to California. At that moment, I didn't care where it was gonna take me but I figured.. As long as it's away from Oregon... Away from Jake.. Away from everyone.. I'd be safe.

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