How it all started.

   Even though it was in the middle of summer tonight was a cold and stormy night. Her mother was having to work late tonight and her step-father just walked in the door with her half sisters. She knew she had to hide. If he found her it would be another long terrible night. She couldn't take another long, crazy, painful, horrible night. She has had enough pain. She shouldn't have to endure this anymore. She should be allowed to leave and move on from this. She needs to live her own life for herself. She needs and wants to be free. She was going to find a way out one way or another. It's time for her freedom even if she has to take it by force. I am her, and she is me. My name is Violet, and this is the story of how I became the most known and feared teenager of all time in our little town. The pain and suffering my step-father caused me started when I was only Eight years old. I decided I will no longer be a prisoner. And I will not ask forgiveness for what I have done. 

   I wasn’t feeling well and was already in bed. With this storm I was getting sick or so I thought. I heard my step-father come in with my half-sisters. I jumped out of bed and spread the sheets up fast. I scrambled to find somewhere to hide. I needed to hide fast. I couldn't let him find me. My step-father Steven started calling my name and I panicked diving into my closet in the back right corner. I knew his shoes would be off so the sound of him walking down the hall would be slightly muffled.The last thing he said before he entered my room was, “VIOLET it’s time. You know with this stormy weather and your mom working late I’m cold and lonely you better get out here right now and fix this problem.” It didn’t take long after he entered my room to find me. He took one glance at my bed and then looked over to the closet. I knew when, I looked up I was doomed, as I made one big mistake. I didn’t close the closet door, he immediately ripped me out of the closet, throwing me on the ground. I tried pleading with him because I’m sick.”Please stop. Stop Steven I'm sick. Can’t you see I’m running a fever. Leave me alone. Why are you being so cruel.”, I pleaded with Steven. It was no use. He was already straddling me while he is still dripping wet from the rain. His shirt was already off. It was nothing for Steven to take his shirt off on his way to his room when it was raining, but he never went into his room, he always ended up in mine instead.He covered my mouth and ripped open my clothes, no matter what I was going to fight he would not do this to me again, he was smart he brought a knife this time. He put that knife to my throat as he leaned next down by my ear and whispered, “Don’t let your sisters hear you. You know I will kill you. My girls are to remain clueless as to what goes on in this house.” He then removed his hand from my mouth, I wanted to scream, but I knew that his threat wasn't empty, besides my sisters never needed to find out. When he removed his hand from my mouth it was only to finish removing his pants. I squirmed hoping that he would just give up. It was no help at all as I felt him finish kicking off his pants and not even noticing that I was moving, as if I was nothing more than a little worm he could squash on demand. As I longed to be a real part of my sisters’ lives, but I could not hide what their dad was doing to me forever. I knew that no matter what some day they would find out exactly what was going on in the house and that day would be the death of me. I loved them so much and couldn’t stand seeing them hurt and this would hurt them the most. As these thoughts coursed through my mind my step-father Steven was having his way with me taking his time caressing my body with his rough harsh hands, before he forced it inside of me. The second I felt him force himself in I started silently bawling. I wanted to scream at him to get it out. I feel so ashamed and disgusted by this. This time he moved his hand close to my face and I didn’t even think, I just went for it and bit a chunk out of his hand hard. His hand was bleeding before he moved, when he did he hit me so hard my mouth was bleeding, he moved just enough that I could push him off of me and make a run for it. I went into the hall to the bathroom and locked the door. I kept a to-go bag in the loose floorboard in front of the bathtub. My to-go bag had a few clothes and some essentials like an extra toothbrush.  I didn't waste time when I put this together by putting much in it, as I would need to be light.  The only extra I put in my backpack was a picture of my grandmother with me from when I was small. I pulled the old backpack I told my mom I lost out. Steven kept banging on the door until he broke it in. He thought the had me cornered, but I dove under his feet. I ran back to my room and shoved my desk in front of the door. I slid my backpack off real fast to slide on my nightgown laying on the floor of my bed. I grabbed my backpack in a hurry. I opened my window and climbed out. I made it out just before he bust opened my bedroom door