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The Solid Cage Of My Heart....

Novel By: dclovesfd
Fantasy



Elizabeth Motting is 17 years old. Her father Robert Motting has abused her since she was 6. But one night he does something horrible. Elizabeth trys to run away....as shes in a alley she meets a man. or boy..she doesnt know. She cant trust any one..shes scared..could it be..she can be loved? View table of contents...


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Submitted:Jan 8, 2010    Reads: 299    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   


INTRODUCTION:

I was curled up in a ball in the corner of my dads bedroom. He was drunk, falling around all over the place. I looked at my many bruises and scars, some from years before, weeks before, and some from just today. I heard his foot steps walking closer. " I know your in here!" His words slurred in , intoxicaction, and annoyence. I held back my crys and tears from the pain. I had a feeling he was about to do something horrible. I clsoed my eyes. All the sudden I was thrown on his bed. " Dad, no, please stop, I can't take it any more!" I screamed crying. " Shut up whiney little bitch!" He yelled. I cried. "Dad please, waht are you going to do!?" I asked crying. I evil sexaul smile made its way to his lips. I was about to scream when he rapped a peice of cloth around my mouth. Tears covered my face. He got closer and closer. First my shirt came off. Then my pants. My eyes no longer able to produce tears, I looked up into the eyes of my father, my about to me raper..............

Nothing else I can do....

I stumbled quitely threw the hall way. In to my bed room. I flung open my draws and stuffed in shirts and pants, socks, underwear. I grabbed my sneakers and shoved them on. I quickly threw on my coat and hat. lastly. I grabbed the one thing left of my mother. A doll in a blue dress with locks of golden hair going down her back. I put it in the bag and then grabbed my roll of 600 dollars of money. " Elizabeth!" My fathers voice rang loud and angry. Hurry! I scream in my head. I ran and locked the door. "Elizabeth! Get out here right now!" He yelled. Suddenly my door handle started shaking he was trying to open it. I ran over ot the window. It wouldn't open I forced it open. Just when he got in a jumped out the window. covering my neck to it would snap. I landed on my back. I gasped for air and stood up quickly. I ran till I was across the river. I got to the train station. I was cold and I could hardly breath. My body hurt, my head ached, I got up to the ticket master. " I need a ticket!" I said gasping, he looked at me shocked but said, "To where?" He asked. "Anywhere but here" I said gasping. He threw a ticket at me and I threw a ten at him. I ran toward the number five train that the ticket said to go to. I stumbled onto the bus, and showed the lady my ticket she nodded and let me threw I fell into a empty seat. I looked a the name of where I was going. YOU ARE HEADING FOR FORKS WASHINGTON. It read. I sighed knowing I would be safe, that was at least four hours from here. I closed my eyes and tryed to sleep. Every time I closed my lids, the nightmere was played over and over in my mind. I was raped by my own father. Virginity taken, by my own father. I felt tears roll down my cold face warming it a little. I fell sleep after a while of starring at the stars out the window.....

altElizabeth Motting.......





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