“Emily Rose McCarter, you are a disgrace to the family and to the honorable community of Vincents Hills. Shame on you!“, screamed my mother in tears, as I just stood there in shock and shame. My own mother chose THEM over me. She chose the bastards that raped me, crippled me and got me pregnant over her own flesh and blood, her own daughter.
“Mommy, daddy, please! I’m telling the truth“, I shouted trying to reason with them. Tears of desperation burned my eyes as I watched my mother turn away from me and walking out of the kitchen.
“Daddy?…“, I looked at my dad hoping that at least he believed me, but his face looked as if it was made of stone.
“I can’t believe you, Emily. I thought I raised you better than that. Jesus Christ doesn’t like whores and liars. How dare you accuse such a lovely boy as Conner in something this filthy! I am ashamed of you. I have no daughter any more. Pack your bags and get out of my house. You are not welcome here.”
And then he just left. No rem
remorse, no love in his eyes. This is the same dad that used to kiss my scratched knees when I was little, the same dad that would buy me lce cream every Sunday after church, same dad that looked for monsters under my bed and pretended to chase them out of the house. He and my own mother chose monsters over me.
I rushed to my room as fast as I could, and it was not easy, considering that I had to use a cane now, and started packing my clothes not even looking on what I was throwing into my bag. Tears were streaming down my face, but I didn’t care, I had to get out of this house as soon as possible. They didn’t want me there, but I couldn’t bare the thought of staying under the same roof with the people who chose to believe in a lie. I stuffed my bag with clothes, Jemptied the box with my savings, grabbed my study books, laptop and car keys. That’s it. I didn’t stop for a second to say goodbye to the house I grew up in. I wasn’t welcome there anymore, so screw this shit.
The only thought that mattered right now was – where was I supposed to go?
I looked at my phone and dialed my best friend. Susan picked up right away.
“Yes?”
“Sus, it’s me. Can I crash at yours tonight?”
There was a long pause which made my heart drop. What was happening?
“Sus? You there?”
7” I began to worry.
“Yes, I’m here.“, her tone was cold and it was so familiar, that I felt the hair on the back of my neck shiver.
“So? Can I crash at your place tonight?
“No, Emily. You can’t. And don’t call me anymore. I’m not going to be friends with some lying slut“, and then she just hung up, I stared at my phone in complete shock. First my parents, then my best friend. What in the world was happening?
I started calling all my friends, but every time I received the same answer – a lying whore, slut, a disgrace has no place here, in this honest Christian
town.
I felt numb. All my feelings have turned off. I stared out the window for god knows how long, but I saw nothing. My mind couldn’t process everything. How did everything turn out to be such a nightmare? One minute you are fine, happy, laughing, and then puff, it blows up, you wake up in some horror
movie
Enough. I survived through that night, I’ll survive through this as well. I opened the window, threw my phone out and drove away from that fucking bell hole I used to call home.
Chapter2
In the middle of nowhere.
I’ve been driving for ages now. Two days to be exact, stopping only to bye some gas and food. Although food isn’t something I’m very friendly with right now. Plain crackers and water seems to be the only thing I can stomach now, thanks to the morning sickness that chose to stick with me throughout the whole day. And since my life savings are not that impressive, I decided to not spend money on hotels – sleeping in my car isn’t that bad, I’d rather spend more time running as far as I can from the hell that used to be my home. That life was over. There’s nothing left for me to do, everyone hates me, because apparently I was a sinner and went against god. And even more I dared to accuse the son of the towns mayor and z of his buddies in something horrible. The sweet and wonderful Conner Mathews was not capable of rape, so there’s no need to check if I might be right. Yep, no rape kits were used on me, because I’m a liar. And my injuries? That surely was a wild animal attack. As if bears know how to use knifes. I guess living in such a small town as mine makes people scared to shit of the authorities and can easily cloud their judgement.
Honestly? I don’t give two shits any more. I have hit the dead end and 1 have no family and friends left, they chose him. So now I’ll have to start from scratch.
“I’ll be ok. I’ll be ok. I’ll be ok“, I hum on repeat
How did I end up like this? I thought I was a good person – being 22 and ready
ly to become a vet in a couple of months, all the exams were passed, I was a straight A student, all that was left was some paperwork. I already had a job in a ver clinic, but as soon as a graduated I would become a real doc. I was kind, humble, bubbly, I had a lot of friends, even some boys found me attractive, but since I was a good Christian girl, I was waiting for the one. I was supposed to wait until marriage, then have a couple of children and get old with my husband and maybe a couple of dogs, raising grand kids and taking them to church every Sunday. Now I’m far from being pure, not as beautiful, limping and pregnant. No degree as well, and we all know what a pregnant and uneducated woman can achieve nowadays. I guess I’ll be working in a diner or something. Well, as long as I don’t have to see that shitface and his friends every day (more like “pleasegodnever“), provide food and decent clothing to my child and a roof over our heads, I can learn to be happy.
The radio was playing some country tune, the day was slowly dying, according to the map I bought at some gas station, the nearest town was just a few miles away, I decided I have earned the right for a decent warn meal. I could only hope that my stomach could handle it. And also I was becoming tired of driving. Two straight days almost non–stop on the road can drive you insane. My back was killing me, my eyes were red and puffy with bags under them, my lips were dry, hands were shaking, I was exhausted and on the edge. And I was still wearing the same clothes from when I left. I desperately needed to shower and change. I guess it’s a good thing that I haven’t seen myself in a full length mirror, because I could imagine how I looked like – probably like a hobo, but what did you expect? Two days in a car driving and crying won’t do any good to anyone, Some fifteen minutes later I entered the town. It was almost dark, but I could still admire the beauty of it It looked as if time frote some 20 years ago small and cozy buildings, a lot of flowers, grass and trees, people slowly going home, teens drinking shakes on the benches and laughing, it looked peaceful. I kinda feel ashamed now to intrude their perfect life’s with my drama, I would definitely stand out and draw attention. But I decided to put that aside I needed rest. I needed a reboot. I needed a distraction.
Soon enough I have spotted a diner. It looked old, as everything in this town, but clean and cozy, also not very crowded, which suits me good. I parked right in front of the entrance, grabbed my backpack, throw in a tooth brush, a comb, my wallet and a map and went in
I guess “don’t draw attention” plan didn’t really work out very well, because as soon as I entered the diner, everything went quiet. I can imagine why though – a pale girl with a cane, probably stinking and with greasy halt… I took a deep breath and limped to the nearest booth. The sound of my cane himing the tiled floor and my shallow nervous breathing was the only two things heard in the diner. I dropped my backpack on the floor, leaned my cane to the table and placed my hands on the clean surface patiently waiting for the waitress to approach me. Soon enough the chatter around me resumed and a woman in her mid forties decided to talk to me.
Chapter2
