Part 3

Part 3

The time has come, it's 3am and everyone should be sound asleep. I quietly put on my clothes and tennis shoes, tying them tightly. Opening up the window, there was a creaking but nothing major enough to wake anyone up even if they slept in the room with me. Looking outside to see how I could get down off of the second floor.  Unfortunately, there's no way out except but to jump or I can wait until the morning but I know just like yall do, that won't work. Carefully climbing out the window, holding on for dear life. I lower my body down and holding myself up by hanging onto the ledge. Counting in my head, I release myself, landing on my feet but I bent my knees, and on impact I roll to the ground. Trying to catch my breath, I check over my legs from top to bottom, and I'm okay. Standing up slowly I feel no pain, I take off running in the direction of the police station. The station is about ten miles from where I live, it's days like today I wish I had joined cross country track instead. I pace myself, still keeping my stride in tack, dipping, and dodging through these inner city streets. My heart's racing and fear overcomes me.

I stopped at the bottom of the stairs of the police station and had second thoughts. Not to go back home but to take an alternative route then this one. I stood there for maybe five minutes before I set back off to running in the opposite direction heading towards the hospital instead. My thoughts, if anyone is going to protect me, it'll be a hospital. Since my dad is a Police Officer and has been on the force for as long as I can remember. Could I truly trust them?

My breathing started to deepen and chest started to burn. Picking up the pace so I can get as close as I can before I start to walk. I stayed focused with my eyes ahead. Finally
three blocks away I decided to walked, steadily looking behind me to make sure no one was coming my way. I didn't fear a stranger, it's my parents that I'm afraid of. Barely walking into the ER entrance, I dropped to my knees from fatigue. Nurses rush to my rescue and I tell them my father's a Police Officer, he raped me, and my mother tortured me. Beating me with a belt buckle, holding my head under hot water, burning me with cigarettes, punching, and choked me. I pulled out the zip lock bag of underwear and told them I didn't wash my private area the last time he raped me.

After passing out again, I wake up to several people standing around me, and everyone there was a doctor or nurse. I begun to talk so I'll focus was on me. I told them everything and pleaded for them not to call my parents. The doctor told me that they weren't going to call my parents and would leave that up to the police. I jumped, grabbing for the Doctor's jacket.

"My dad's a Cop. If you call the police station they might hurt me, or give me back to my parents. If I go back they're going to kill me for sure."

"We're not going to call the local authorities because of conflict of interest. Do you understand what that means?"

"Yes Sir, thank you." I said relieved and laying back down.