Sunday, 19 October 2008
01:55:49 PM (GMT)
A soft breeze blew across Tess' face. She was sitting with both feet dangling out
the window of her second story bedroom. She liked the view.
Everything was happy and light outside the window. The world was open and
bright, and exciting. Tess took a deep breath. Life was so good from this side. She
leaned back against the wall and smiled.
An angry voice broke the silence. Tess' smile dissapeared completely. Her
father burst into the room without even the slightest warning. His face was red with
anger and his hands where balled into tight fists.
"You stupid, ugly, lousy, good for nothing B****!" He began to walk toward
Tess. She kept her body steady. Fear would only make the yelling worse. He may
threaten her often, but he had never hurt her or her mother. Tess kept this in mind
and tried to keep herself calm.
He took another step toward her. Slowly, he reached out and grabbed a
brush off of Tess' nightstand. Tess shook with fear but did not speak, nor move from
the window. A smile broke across his face. It was a twisted, mean smile. The smile
Tess had seen too many times before. But then, he did something he had never done
The brush hurled, full force, towards Tess. Panic rushed through her. With
out time to give it any further thought, she pushed against the wall and slid out the
She could hear her father screaming, breaking glass, ripping books, and
distroying anything he could get his hands on, as she fell freely from the window.
The shouts didnt leave Tess' ears until she reached the ground.
Her feet stug from the impact of the fall; her wrist had scraped against
the bricks of the house; and her cheek had a small cut from the bush she fell back
into; but other than that she was okay. She was okay and without a word she took off
(I will try to write another chapter every week or maybe more often, but i hope
you like it...im not sure if i do...)
Last edited: 19 October 2008