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SaviorThis story may contain adult content. |
| Written by kelly zamora | |
| Saturday, 09 February 2008 | |
Savior: Part I He was pounding on the door, "Open the goddamn door, Rosa!" my father yelled nearly breaking the door. I was packing my book bag with necessities such as my clothing, mp3, and other stuff. As I tried lifting it with my arm I dropped it in pain remembering the large gash that my father had given me after I tried to save my mother. She was probably dead on the living room floor with a knife stuck in her chest. I grabbed my book bag with the other arm and broke the window open. I quickly hurried out trying to avoid hitting my arm on the broken glass. I ran through the front yard and down the street. " ****! Rosa get back here!" I heard my ‘father' scream from the porch but I paid him no attention as I continued running. Hot blood rushed down my arm and onto the concrete underneath me. I heard a car quickly approaching me, as I sprinted I looked over my shoulder and saw my father's car, a SUV speeding towards me. He started to toy with me, he sped up really quickly and nearly ran me over but slowed down again. He slammed his foot on the gas and slammed his car right into my legs sending me straight down to the pavement. He got out of the car and grabbed me by my hair and pulled me up to my feet. I winced at the pain it caused, "Where do you think your going?" he asked smirking. I felt anger build up inside of me and I spit in his face. He smacked me across the face and forced me into the trunk of the car and slammed the lid down. I started to pound my fists into the lid but it was to no avail. He started up the car and drove. I don't know where he was taking me but I knew it wasn't home because he still drove north instead of south. He drove for what seemed like hours. I continued trying to break the lid but I knew I couldn't do it. Finally the SUV stopped and he popped open the trunk, out of desperation I lunged out of the trunk and punched him right in the nose making it crack. He recoiled back in pain, "You stupid little *****" he said angrily and he tackled me down to the ground. He started a relentless attack on me, punching me in the sides and head butting me in my forehead. I punched him and tried kicking him off. I managed to escape his grasp and sprinted away. I managed to get to somebody's backyard before he tackled me again forcing me into a pool. He forced me under the water and I struggled to get free but I couldn't. My lungs were demanding for more air, I felt dizzy the world was spinning. I could hear him laughing above me. I began to feel nothing light as a feather the only thing I felt was a pain in my lungs. That is when it hit me. I was going to drown in this pool by the hands of my ‘father'. I begun to pray; Please God, don't allow me to die now at the hands of this deranged man. Please help me. Allow me to achieve salvation. I suddenly heard a splash right above me and the grasp my ‘father' had on my shoulders suddenly vanished and I reached the surface of the water. I quickly breathed for air and my lungs slowly but surely stopped hurting. I looked around and noticed my dad fighting with a man on the other side of the pool. And I could not tell who was winning. My dad left the pool and grabbed a knife that was left on the grill. "Come on out you *****!" he shouted at the man and he swiftly got out of the pool and tackled ‘Dad' to the ground. Father stabbed him in the shoulder and the man quickly grabbed the knife and pulled it out and pressed it against Father's throat and he quickly stopped. I climbed out of the pool and fell down on the grass from exhaustion. "Go ahead kill me" my Dad shouted and the man thought about it for a second and slit Father's throat. I stood and didn't know whether to run or be happy that the cause of all my unhappiness is dead. The man stood up and brushed himself off. He turned to face me and I stared at him. What in the hell just happened? He walked over to me and held out his hand, "What just happened?" I ask reaching for his hand. He pulled me up and I nearly fell over again, he quickly helped me stand and supported me. "Come on let's get out here" he said and I thought for a second. This man had answered my prayers, he helped me stay alive. That and I have no where to go and nothing to lose. So, he led me to his sedan with a smashed in rear bumper and he opened the door for me and got in the driver's seat. "Where did you come from?" I asked him curious as to where'd he come from, "Just passing by" he said smiling and started the engine. "Come on now, why would you help me?" I asked as he put his seatbelt on , "Because he is an *******......." he said and that's when I knew. He was my savior and he the answer God had given me. He switched gears to drive and drove off into the night.................... Copyright 2008 kelly zamora |
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