I back away, breathing harshly, tears of pain and frustration burning in my eyes. I don't know what she's going to do to me now, and I don't want to find out.
So I run. I Run. I run.
* * *
I am fast on my feet and in good shape. I can hear Beth chasing after me, calling my name, but I doubt she's ever done track before.
I run out of the house and down to the beach. Rocks, twigs, and gravel dig into my feet, but I barely feel them.
I don't know where I'm running, but I can't let Beatrice catch me. I can't be locked up in the room or worse.
"Mawy!"
Fuck, she's a good runner too. I put on a burst of speed, ignoring the pain in my feet.
" don't be an idiot! There's nowhere to go!"
I know that's true, but I can't be a passive victim any longer. I can't sit meekly in that house, eat Beatrice's food, and wait for his to return.
I can't allow him to hurt me again and make my body crave him.
