Run Away



"Hey, kid! You awake?" The man called as he gently nudged my side with his foot. I looked up at him through half closed eyes and groaned. "Kid, you can't stay here. This is private property." He said. I examined his white wife beater and cut of jean shorts and chuckled to myself. He looked like the typical hick, except he lived in the middle of a very busy city. "Get lost kid, or I'm calling the cops." He spat.

"Oh fuck off. I'm not hurting anyone by being here. I just want to get some rest and I'll be gone." I mumbled before settling back down on the floor of the alley.

"I called them babe." A woman called from the door. I craned my neck to see her. She was standing in the doorway with her arms crossed over her chest and a scowl on her face. She looked as much a hick as the man. She was wearing, what appeared to be, pajamas. It was a horrible floral print nightgown. Her dungy brown hair was flung everywhere and looked rather greasy.

"Lady, take a shower. While you're doin' that, I think maybe I'll get some more sleep." I snarled. I stifled a yawn and made myself comfortable before closing my eyes and going back to sleep.

"Alright James, it's time to go now." Someone said a little while later. I opened my eyes and saw my good friend, Joe, standing over me.

"Hey man." I said happily. I jumped up and slung my bag over my shoulder. I looked over at the hick couple and watched their astonished faces as Joe placed his arm around my shoulder and led me away.

"Alright, what'd they do this time, James?" He asked.

"Liddy slapped me and Ben grounded me for arriving home about 2 minutes late after school the other day. I'm not going back there Joe. I'd rather live with my mother than them." I explained. I climbed into the back of Joe's car and his partner greeted me.

"What do you want me to do, James? The other kids that live there haven't said anything, and none of them show any signs of current abuse. Besides, your mother was arrested for drug possession a few days ago." Joe said, getting into the front seat.

"I don't care, I'm not going back there. If I try to defend myself they'll do something about it and I'll probably end up with my mother anyways. By the way, any word on my father?"

"Sorry James, no word on him. I'm still looking." Joe turned and looked at me through the cage. He had a sympathetic look on his face. My father had left my mother while she was pregnant and for the few years I lived with her she had given me a picture of him. I still had it, hidden away in my bag. I had photocopied it and given a copy to Joe. I knew he had connections and he could find him, if anyone could.

"How about we take you to the station and then call your foster parents and have a chat with them." Joe sighed.

"I betcha 10 bucks that Ben's drunk again." I laughed.

"You know I don't make bets. Besides, it would be stupid to bet against that." Joe laughed. We arrived at the station and all three of us got out of the car and walked inside.

"Hey James." Officers said from all over the station. Almost everyone had dealt with me at least once. Joe more than others, but all of them had. I waved at all the officers and sat on the bench.

"Hello, Benjamin Reynolds?" Joe asked, "This is Officer… Sir, please calm down. I would just like to chat with you. James didn't do anything." Joe looked over at me and smiled, which was immediately followed by rolling his eyes.


"Alanna dear." My father said sweetly from the hall. I could hear his footsteps coming towards my room. I looked around my room frantically for somewhere to hide. Across the hall I could hear the wails of a baby and I felt the hot tears stream down my face. "Shut the fuck up!" He yelled. The crying grew louder. I had two options, admit him into my room, or go to the baby and protect her. I sat on my bed with my head in my hands and trembled. I could tell he was in a bad mood. "Alanna honey. Come out and see your dear old dad." He called. His slurred speech said he was drunk again. I forced myself to stop crying and trembling, then stood up. I bravely walked towards my door and threw it open. "There you are baby." He slurred. I glanced at the door across the hall and backed into my room. He followed me in and slammed the door behind him. "Were you trying to hide from me baby?" He cooed. He reached a hand forward, as if to try and soothe me, but I slapped it away.

"Stay away from me!" I shouted. He laughed maliciously and sprinted ahead, pinning me to the wall. I struggled to break free but he held me firm.

"Why do you fight me, Alanna? You know I love you." He said between planting kisses on my neck. I closed my eyes and felt tears building up and threatening to fall. I fought hem back, not wanting him to see me cry. I swallowed and braced myself for what was to come. I let my arms go limp at my sides and stopped fighting all together. He brought his hands to my waistline and his hand into my pants. He allowed his hand to roam over my lower body. His other hand went up the back of my shirt and roamed my upper body, eventually coming to the front. I bit back more tears as he removed his hands and wrapped me in a tight squeeze so he could carry me to my bed. I kept my eyes closed; I didn't want to see what he was doing to me. I heard him unzip his jeans and knew he was pulling them down, just far enough. I had gone through this torture enough times to know exactly what was happening. I knew next he would practically rip my pants off me. I cringed as his hands grabbed at the waist. It was the next part that made me want to throw up.

This man was my father. My mom had run away from him with me when I was three. She had died and I had no other living relatives. At the time there was nothing saying he was abusive towards me, so I went to live with him. When I was younger he didn't worry about getting caught because he knew how impressionable small children are. He did whatever he wanted with me. I had never been enrolled in school. I had only lived with my mom for two years. She was about to enroll me in school when she got in a car accident and died. My father had just never enrolled me. He wanted me home all the time. He made money two ways. The first was selling drugs. The second was me. His drunk asshole friends would pay him for some alone time with his young daughter. They did whatever they wanted with me as well. As I grew older and realized what was happening, he completely withdrew me from the world, aside from his buddies. If I called the police, he would tell them I had a mental illness and didn't know what I was talking about. I had given up a long time ago on trying to do anything. I knew the time would come that I would have to do something because now I had something to protect. From his buddies constantly coming over, I had gotten pregnant. The best I could hope for was that my father wasn't my daughter's father as well. I didn't know, and he didn't care.

My father left my room and I let the tears fall. I couldn't hear the crying anymore so I hoped she had fallen asleep. I knew if she was quiet, he would leave her alone. I stood up and put my pants away. I couldn't bear to put tight jeans on now. The only clothing I had were short skirts and tight jeans, so I pulled out a skirt and pulled it on.

"Alanna, you have a visitor." He said, coming into my room once again.

"No! I won't let anyone touch me!" I screamed. His face contorted with rage and he stormed into my room. He slapped me across the face so hard I fell to the ground clutching my cheek.

"You will do whatever I tell you to, and right now you have a visitor. This guy has money, and lots of it. You will do whatever he says for as long as he says. If not, you will pay for it." He snarled, kicking me in the back. I bit back more tears and stood up. There was a mirror on my wall and I caught a glimpse of myself. I had a very clear and distinct hand mark on my cheek. The makeup I was forced to wear was smudged all over my face, and my hair was in complete disarray. I scrubbed furiously at my face to clean some of the mess away before my 'guest' came in. I sat on the floor in the corner and waited. My door opened slowly and a very large man walked in. I could smell smoke and alcohol very strong on him. My room was so small; he was already fairly close to me. He stepped aside and another man walked in. I swallowed hard and looked up at them. Both of them reeked and they both wore very pleased smiles. The door shut behind them, and the second man locked it.

"Well hello dearie." The first man snarled. "Don't you just look delicious?" He eyed me with a hunger in his eyes. The second man just smiled before stepping back and leaning against the door. The first grabbed me by the arm and pulled me up. I didn't dare speak, or do anything because I knew I would be hit anyways, no matter how much I complied. He pushed my against the wall and literally ripped my shirt in half, exposing my upper body. The man whistled and stepped back, as if inspecting me. Then he stepped back and pushed his body against mine. "I hope you're worth my money, whore." He whispered in my ear. "I paid big bucks for you. My buddy here asked for a turn as payment for guarding the room. I hope you didn't have any plans this afternoon, or later tonight." He ended by biting the top of my ear. I flinched as his hand went under my skirt and felt around the back part of my body. He used his other hand to lift my skirt up above my waist completely. His hand then began to explore the inside of my thighs and he moved farther and farther up. "Don't look so frightened. I'm told you have excelling experience." He grinned and then forced his mouth onto mine, and forced his tongue between my teeth, allowing it to roam the inside of my mouth. He pulled away and anger flashed across his face. "Respond to me, bitch!" He screamed. He backhanded me across the face, in the exact same spot as earlier from my father. I felt myself start to shake as I slowly brought my arms around him. He smiled appreciatively and forced his body against mine more, crushing me between him and the wall. He backed away from me after kissing me once again and backed up until he was sitting on my bed.

"Come on now. You know you want more." He cooed softly. I glanced at the man at the door, he wore the same smirk he had when he came in. "Ignore him, he'll have his turn." The first man commanded. I looked away and slowly walked towards the bed. I stood in front of him and stared past him. He grabbed my by the hips and pulled me down to the ground. "Come on whore, do your job." He commanded as he pulled off his shirt and then dropped his pants. My mind raced as I realized what he wanted. I must of hesitated too long because he slapped me again, on the same side, and growled. "I'm waiting, and I'm a very impatient man." I complied with his wishes until he pulled me back up. "That's a good girl." He smiled. "Now for the fun part." He snarled and then grabbed me by the shoulders. He forced me to lie down on the hard concrete ground and then he climbed on top. He was a heavy man and I felt my body slightly crushing under his weight. He lifted his upper body up with his arms and looked down at me.

I closed my eyes once again to avoid watching what he was going to do to me. Apparently this guy didn't like me having my eyes closed because he smacked me on the same cheek again. I opened my eyes and he glared at me.

"I want to see you enjoying every moment of this." I snarled. I nodded softly and forced my eyes to stay open. I winced in pain and knew it was all beginning, all over again. I tried to block everything out of my mind and when it was over and the first man was up and re dressing himself I blinked away tears of pain and stayed where I was.

"Get up bitch. I'm not done with you yet." He yelled. I stood up painfully and he rammed me against the wall again. He must have decided my skirt was in the way because he ripped that off as well. He held me against the wall with his hands and stepped back. He looked me over again and seemed pleased with what he saw. He stepped forward again and lifted me up against the wall before pressing himself against me so I wouldn't fall to the ground. He held me in place with his body while he lifted my legs around his waist with his hands. "You better hold on, or your going to fall. The floor is concrete, now that would be a nasty fall." He almost sounded like he cared. I reluctantly placed my arms around his neck and crossed my legs at the ankles around his waist so I wouldn't fall. "That's better. Now you are acting like you might actually enjoy this a little bit. He brought his head forward and brought his lips to my breast. He bit down on my nipple and then started sucking at another spot. One of his hands was under me and helping to hold me up. The other hand was rubbing the outside of my leg. He backed his head away just long enough to speak.

"How do you keep your legs so smooth? Your so well groomed, all over. I'm sure my wife would love to know your secrets." He seemed to be searching my face for a response but I refused to give anything away. He smiled and resumed his exploring. He pressed his body against mine more and removed his hands. "I told you I wasn't done with you yet." He whispered. I could feel his arms moving as he struggled to pull his pants down once more. He placed his arms under me again and stepped up with one leg, kicked away what he could of his pants and then put his foot on bare floor, before doing the same with his other foot. He kicked his pants across the room and started sucking on my breast once more as he did everything all over again. I felt my eyes close of their own accord and my mind shut down. Before I was completely gone, I felt a strong smack on the same side of my face. Then I felt my body collide with the floor. I could feel he pain of being beaten by both men and I could feel everything the second man did, but nothing registered. I couldn't even force myself to react to what was happening to me.

When I came to I was propped against a cold and wet wall with something warm in my arms. I had no clothes on and no blanket. I looked around and realized I was sitting in a puddle in an alleyway with my baby in my arms. I could feel something wet dripping all over my body. I looked up and realized it was very late at night and raining. I looked around me and saw blood combing with the water to create a red puddle all around me. I looked at my baby and was relieved to see she was sleeping soundly. I tried to force myself to stand up, but pain shot through my entire body and I fell back into the puddle, splashing red water everywhere. I saw a dark figure approaching me as I slipped into unconsciousness again.

A/N While I was writing this I didn't realize how intense it really is. I hope no one was offended by this or anything. Just as a note, this is entirely fictional, it was actually a horrible dream I had. I hope this kind of thing doesn't happen… please don't be mad at me or anything for writing this horrible scene.