Chapter 1.

Talia's pov

It felt like my lungs were gonna burn up from the inside, but I could not stop, I can't let them get me! I'm sure it will be my end if I do! I have to press on, this is my last change to get away from that hell.

My entire body were hurting and aching so bad from all my injuries but I can't stop, I need to keep going. I can't take another beating from them! I don't understand why they always do this to me.

What have I ever done to deserve to live like this? I have always done my best to please them! But nothing I do is good enough! I have been planning this escape for a few weeks now, and I can't give up.

I took a good grip around the strap over my shoulder, pulling my backpack tighter to me. I look around and see I have come closer to the city, I just need to get on a buss and get away from here, hopefully they will never find me again.

But I need a break, my legs won't carry me any longer without a little break. I feel I'm about to pass out from exhaustion, I starts to stumble over my own feet and suddenly I see a car coming straight for me and tires are screeching on the road.

I see some people rush out of the car towards before everything turn black and I can't keep my eyes open any longer.

(A few hours earlier)

I'm currently making dinner for my mother, step sister and step father. I know they will come home very soon, so I have to hurry to get it all done. I have already packed my backpack with all my valuables.

Not that I have a lot, but the few things I do have the things I got from the one person that actually cared for me! I miss him! He had to move 4 years ago and after that I were stuck here more or less without anyone.

I have hid the backpack in a bush a little further down the road, so when I make my escape tonight I have to hurry to grab it then get away from here. I hear a car stop outside and I hurry up plating their dinner and place it on the diner table and stand ready to greet them when they open the door.

"I hope for your sake that the food is done!" Gregor walked inside and game me a smirk. I kept my eyes down on the floor and gave a small nod and Gregor, my mother Bianca and my step sister Scarlette walked past me and Scarlette pushed me hard when she walked passed me.

They sat down at the table and started to eat the food, while having a conversation with each other. Smiling, talking about their day and acting like I'm not even here.

"Get me a beer slut!" Gregor commanded. I quickly and quietly walked to the kitchen got a beer for him and walked back out to them placed the beer on the table next to him.

He looked at the beer then at me then the beer again. Suddenly I got a slapp hard to my face. "You think I can drink of it when you haven't even bothered to open it?" he sneered.

I quickly took the beer and open it before placing it back on the table. You see nothing I do is good enough, if I had opened it before he would have giving me a slap for open his drink without his permission, if I don't open it I get slapped for not do it.

I silently moved back a little keeping my gaze on the floor. A little later my dear mother spoke up, "Give me a glass of red wine!" She screeched. I quietly walked to the kitchen found a wine glass and a bottle of her favorite red wine.

I walked into the dining room, put the glass on the table and open the wine and filled her glass. Then I left the bottle on the table before stepping back. They finished their dinner then stood up.

"clean up this mess bitch!" Scarlette said before walking out of the room and headed upstairs. I started to take the stuff of the table as quietly as I could, but I accidently made a little noise and suddenly I got a fist into my stomach.

"WE HAVE TOLD YOU TO NEVER MAKE A SOUND" Gregor shouted. He then pulled my hair and dragged me to a little more open area where he started to beat me up, kick me and then he lifted me up and tossed me into the wall.

"When we get down tomorrow all this better be cleaned up! If we hear one single noice you will get thought a new lesson!" Gregor said angre before he and my dear mother walked up to the second floor.

I let a single tear run down the side of my face, before I carefully stood up. I waited a few hours before I even dared to move, so I had just been standing there straight up and down.

When I were sure they had gone to their rooms and gone to bed, I very carefully walked to the door before closing it carefully behind me. I walked so carefully over to where I have hid my backpack then I started running like crazy towards the city.

This is my only chance to get away from here! I just need to get to the city, get a bus to some random place then I can treat my wounds from today's beating. My body is a color chart of black, blue, purple, red, yellow and green due to all the bruises.

Some new, some starting to heal and some starting to form. This is how it have been for as long as I can remember. I have not been aloud to make a single noise, if I do I get a beating.

I have to make their food or I get a beating, if they catch me eating something I get a beating. It have been so many times I have prayed that I would never wake up the next day.

But for some reason I always wake up and have to keep this shit going. But today is the last day, I have finally taken the step to get away. I had to save enough money so I could be able to get away.