We finally stopped when we reached the lake at the back of Ferntree Collage. My body was aching I hadn't run that much in so long and gosh this bag is heavy.
"I don't know if he saw us, we might not have ran far enough. So keep quiet and rest." Amber whispered
My sides ached as I breathed, but I needed to know who we were running from. Even if it killed me.
"Who...did...we...escape from?" I managed to say, though I'm surprised she heard it.
"It was Brent. I saw him coming and he looked angry"
The aching seemed to disappear as I sat up and stared into Amber's eyes.
"It was Brent?!" I whispered مزید loudly then necessary. I was furious and scared. He was going to hurt me, going to hurt me in front of the entire school. Tears started to form, I wouldn't let Amber see me crying.
"We need to get out of here, آپ have to hide."
"No! I am not running away, we need to go back to school and I will deal with Brent later"
"What? آپ and I can not just stand around and do nothing while آپ get beaten to death" Amber کہا frustrated.
I took a deep breath before answering. "Amber I know your trying to help but me running away is not going to help anyone. My dad کہا to me before my mum took us 'running away doesn't solve anything, it just makes things worse' It may not be like any of your dads fancy quotes but I'm going to listen to my dad." Getting up, despite the returning pain, I walked past Amber and as fast as I could made it back to school. Once again luck was on my side, Brent did not charge at me from behind on my way back. I may have escaped him then but somehow I know hes waiting for me.

I got to class, first period had just started. Oh no! I'm in trouble
"Miss Chloe how nice to see you. May I ask why your late and where is Miss Amber?" I ignored all the smart تبصرے that came to mind and settled with the first excuse which seemed alright.
"Sorry Miss I don't know where Amber is and I'm late because I thought I would take the دن off but then realised I didn't want to wag so I came" I didn't let Mrs Jones say anything back as I made my way to my seat. "You can mark me as late and continue on with the lesson miss." Silence spread the room. No one has ever talked back to Mrs Jones, but ارے I felt rebellious. Mrs Jones didn't dare reply she just continued on with teaching the class about medieval times. Where is Amber? I shouldn't have left her out there
As usual we were assigned questions, آپ would think over all the years she's taught history, she would have an idea on how to actually get us kids to enjoy the lessons.
Ding, Ding That sound was like heaven to my ears. I ignored Mrs Jones usual dismissal talk, like seriously we do have ears we know the گھنٹی, بیل went. "Okay class the گھنٹی, بیل just went, pack up your things and head over to your اگلے class" See how unnecessary.
During the rush of students making their ways to different classes I slipped out. I wasn't going to spend my دن in school when my best friend is missing.
I dragged my bag and myself over to he lake, scared as to what I would see. I didn't know how but I knew something was wrong. Maybe I'm a getting a sixth sense یا something? What if Brent has her?! With that thought I picked up my pace ready to fight. I knew i wouldn't be able to do anything but being prepared always helps.
The contents of her bag were scattered everywhere. Her books, lunch, pens and sport uniform. I walked over. She's gone, he took her, where is she? Her blue bag was the first thing I reached and to my dismay there was a note, a note from him.
Good job Chloe. I've got her now, me and your little friend are going to have so much fun
The need to scream erupted inside of me, I held it in. The school will be looking soon, there's no need to give them a head start. I packed up Amber's things and hid her bag behind the massive rock which for some reason was there, in the middle of bush. I hid my bag along with it and left. I knew he wouldn't go to too much trouble hiding her. I knew exactly where she would be, home. The place I dreaded. Delaying the moment I left, I stood where I was, hidden سے طرف کی the bush, and closed my eyes. I imagined the perfect life in which stared me, my mum stayed with my dad, she wasn't a druggie یا a abusing mother. But then my dream replaced my vision and this time I saw what was happening behind me. Dozens of men dripping in blood were destroying the park, the beautiful perfect park from my imaginary dreams, murdering the happy families and their children. Blood was everywhere, but all that caught my eye was the puddle of dust and then that face of haunted me this morning was all I could see. I opened my eyes eager to get away but his face was sketched into the back of my eyelids. From sudden shock I tumbled backwards, I didn't stop. My body fell through the tangle of bushes. Then the lake came in view. I was going to drown. I wasn't ready to die, but I braced myself thinking it was better then living.
It seemed to take forever and then my life was saved. Just like out of a movie my foot secured around a درخت تنے, ٹرنک and my fall stopped. I couldn't believe it, whats happening? I seem to be fighting death. Not wanting to push my luck I somehow quickly made my way back to flat ground.
Getting myself together I ran, back to the front of the school. Unfortunately Amber and I haven't found a secret way out.

The run seemed to last forever. سے طرف کی the time I reached the school building it felt as if I'd been running for miles. When I slowly snuck out the front gate something huge and heavy was waiting for me.
I started to speed up as I was behind the brick wall, which secured the school from the neighbourhood. I was looking over my shoulder when I collided with something large. It seems no one thinks about whats waiting for آپ when آپ eventually escape.
My outstretched hands caught my fell, at least I learn't something in sport. My clothes were covered in dirt, ripped and torn. My fragile body couldn't handle anymore beatings. I was know on the ground panting. For one moment I thought it may have been one of Brent's دوستوں hovering over me, but as I opened my eyes and looked up, the face of Mrs Jones stared down at me. I couldn't help myself, I screamed.
As she grabbed my arm she whispered "Shut it, آپ twit" I was surprised. I knew she was harsh but I didn't know this side of her.
There was silence as she walked me to the principals office. My nerves had nothing to do with what punishment I would receive, I needed to get home. I needed to save Amber.
She placed me in one of the wooden chairs outside the office.
I sat there fidgeting. Fiddling with my fingers, waiting. Eventually after half an گھنٹہ they called me in. What do they think this is? A police interrogation?
I walked in, forbidding myself to دکھائیں emotion. Mrs Jones was seated اگلے to the desk, Mrs Rosby sitting behind her desk, as usual. My نشست was in the center of the room facing Mrs Rosby directly. I hope this is quick. Why do they want to talk anyway, it's a child skipping one دن of school. Whoop de do.
The room was silent. Mrs Rosby wasn't speaking. Damn, their waiting for me I realised. I started "Good morning Mrs.." Cutting me off almost instantly Mrs Jones screeched "How dare آپ speak without being addressed" Once again I was stunned at Mrs Jones sudden outburst, but even مزید so, Mrs Rosby didn't do anything. I guess she felt the same way. So I kept my mouth shut and waited.
Ten منٹ later my mum walked in.
As the door opened I didn't pay it much attention, but as the shoes I know all to well stepped into view I gasped. I wanted to do more, yell, hit, anything. How dare they bring my mum in. Do they have any idea whats going to happen to me now?
I kept my eyes firmly locked on the ground. My mouth slightly open and without my permission tears began to slide down my face. The thought of the pain which is my future came to me like a unexpected slap in the face. Hard and cruel. The tears couldn't be controlled. I could feel the pain already, the beatings to my side and upper thighs. The only place they hit, where know one would see. Somehow I knew the bruises would be visible to everyone after today.
My mother pulled her chair up اگلے to mine, grabbed my hand and dug her nails into it. I kept my face down. Don't scream, don't scream!
"Mrs.." Mrs Rosby started to address my mother while looking through my file, trying to find a last name.
"Just call me Jo, we don't have a last name." My mother replied, smiling at me.
"Okay then Jo, we are here to discuss your daughter and her position at our school. Firstly, this morning Chloe arrives late for first period and then disappears for the سیکنڈ period. Would آپ have any idea why?" Mrs Rosby asked in her smug voice.
"I did not know of those events and sorry I do not know why my daughter was acting so out of place."
"Very well, Mrs Jones here found your Chloe running from the school grounds out into the neighbourhood looking like this." She points to me. I look over at Mrs Jones, shes smiling, probably at the tears she thinks she caused. Before the principal یا my mother could see the shameful tear drops on my face I directed my eyes back to the floor.
"Oh" was all my mother could say. Mrs Rosby lifted her eyebrow. آپ could tell she didn't approve of my family, ارے but neither did I.
"You may not see anything wrong with this Jo, but we at Frentree Collage absolutely do. Your daughter may finish her schooling at our fine school for one مزید week but then she is off to another school. We do not care which one, it is none of our business. آپ may leave."
What? I screamed in my head For coming out of the school dirty I have to leave. I was still yelling in my thoughts when I felt the sudden pull from my mum and realised she was dragging me down the hallway, nearly taking my arm out of its socket. I was dragged down the hallway, literally, she didn't stop until we were outside the school and محفوظ in the car and then the pain came. My face, arms, legs, chest, stomach, everywhere. She wouldn't stop. Over the years I learned that screaming did me no good, so I kept quite through them all. But this time I physically couldn't scream, I wanted to so badly, to alert someone of what was happening to me, of what always happens. And then everything went black.


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