Running From the Devil

Good morning! Today is a beautiful day. I had a rough day yesterday. PTSD was bad and my anxiety was peaking. Today is a day of rest and relaxation for me. Maybe a bit of writing. XOXOXOX

Here is a piece for you to have a glance it. This is the first book I have written. I hope you enjoy this chapter.

CH 1 Tears of a Cowgirl

Katie stood with her face pressed against the pane of glass while listening to Eddie play with his big red truck. The sun was setting, and she knew Chris would soon be home from work. He would carry a scowl across his face, while his breath would stink of whisky. He would be angry over one thing or another. 

Dinner was in the oven. The table was set, hoping to appease the beast as he entered his man’s cave. This used to be home, but that was when they were in love. Now she was his bitch who waited on his every move. Life before all of this was enjoyable, but if she had only known the outcome, she would have walked away. Although she would never trade her son for anything. Eddie was her pride and joy. Now all she had to do was to save him from this hellhole.

* * *

Katie stood over the table, serving dinner, as Chris bolted through the door. His face carried a stern expression covering what used to be a smile, and instead of flowers, he held a box of beer beneath his arm. Trying to hide what she felt, she smiled and asked about his day. He glared at her as if she had asked for a million dollars and popped open a beer. “What’s for dinner?” His tone gruff while pulling out his chair. 

She watched as he examined both the table and dinner she provided. “I made your favourite.” She said, smiling.

Katie finished serving Eddie, then moved on to fill Chris’s plate. There were days she wouldn’t get to eat because he required more. He’d sit, filling his face and leave nothing for her. She didn’t dare to say anything, for each time he would beat her black and blue. Since she never left the house, no one knew or cared to ask. Her instincts kicked in. She was smart and would eat as she cooked. Chris didn’t bother Eddie much. Perhaps it was because he was a boy and his heir. 

It had been a little over a year since this began. It has been that long since she spoke to her best friend Charlie, who was in a panic right about now. Before it happened, Chris bought a house. She didn’t have time to contact anyone; he cut the cord. She couldn’t call for help. 

Now she wandered this large house with a monitor on her ankle, which she did not know how to remove. Many days she sat picking at it. At the end of the day, it remained locked. It was a heavy plastic that snapped into place. There was no keyhole and no obvious way to take it off. Something, somewhere, controlled it and chances were it was on Chris’s phone.

Katie thought about leaving but doing it without a plan wasn’t wise. His words echoed in her mind each time she attempted to come up with a strategy. 

“Leave me and you may as well kill yourself, my love. You’re no longer an independent woman. I’ll tear down your life and kill Eddie if you attempt to go. If you succeed, I’ll hunt you like an animal and feed you to the fish.” 

Tears fell at the mere thought that she loved this man at one time. Oh, how she was wrong about her choice in love and here they sat in danger with every breath they took.

Katie waited for Chris to finish eating before snatching his plate and placing it in the hot, soapy water. He suggested she wash the dishes right after he completed his meal. This way, he never laid eyes on a dirty dish. 

The house was spic and span, not a thing out of place. She preferred a home that looked lived in, but who would argue with an irate man? Size and shape lined her cupboards, the cans pushed tightly against each other with the newest in the very back. 

Her bathroom towels were never on the floor and always presented neatly. Katie had the bed made the minute Chris left for work. Her entire day consisted of housework while caring for her child. 

Eddie often asked his mama why she was crying, and how come daddy is being so mean. Katie attempted to answer his questions in ways to educate him, but never gave him an answer that would provoke Chris if he dared to repeat her words. She completed the dishes, then stood drying her hands.

Chris sat in his old easy boy chair, cleaning his gun. Katie realized it was time. She knew he only cleaned that damn gun when he had a lot on his mind. He swore one day he’d kill her if she didn’t stop her foolishness, whatever that meant. She knew he was irritated with her. The time was close when he would keep his word. More and more each day, he became impatient and violent. Some days it only took a smile, while other days it could be as simple as asking him how his day was. 

They used to talk for hours. That was when he loved the sound of her voice. That grew old, and so did her beautiful smile. They had married three years ago. Everyone said they were the perfect couple and wished they were that lucky. She prayed their wishes never came true. 

Katie was oblivious to what set him off, or why he hated her. He insisted on her staying with him and didn’t give her the choice. 

At night, he’d force her into position and pleasure himself while silent tears fell. She hated him for it and considered killing him in his sleep. However, Katie would stop and think of Eddie, realizing he needed her.

Between the hours of midnight and six am, Chris would pass out from drinking. Those were the only hours available if she were to escape. She needed access to his phone. It had to be the key to unlocking the clamp that hugged her ankle. What else could it be? 

Tonight is the night. Either she would die, or victory will reign, which would place them on the next bus to Charlie’s house. Katie dreamt about this and how it would feel to be far away from him. To be free, out of harm’s way. 

It had been years since she had seen her daddy’s ranch and how she longed to raise Eddie there. Living the life, she had always known, ditching this hell, she walked into. Chris didn’t know about that part of her life. She often wondered why he never asked but found it to be a blessing once he changed. 

Katie finished cleaning the kitchen, then went to read to Eddie. He loved when she curled up with him, reading his favourite books. It was something they’ve done since the day he was born. It wouldn’t be long before Chris would ask about their son’s bedtime. He’d give her the look. Usually, by then, he would be drunk and mouthy. Katie didn’t argue with him and always put Eddie to bed right away. That way, if anything happened, he would never witness it. 

With Eddie tucked into bed and nearly asleep, Katie saw to Chris. There was nothing about this man’s touch that made her feel safe, nor enjoyment in any aspect of their life. 

Most nights, she would disappear into her mind and dream about someone different. Even when he forced his way onto her, she would pretend to be elsewhere, far away, just until it was over. Katie was thankful he never took long and that her nightmare would end once he was out cold.

* * *

Chris rolled over, groaning, as he adjusted his pillow. Katie lay silent, waiting for him to pass out. Her heart beating frantically against her chest. She was nervous and wanted to cry. She questioned her decision, then thought of Eddie. How he could be free, living a life like a regular child. Maybe he could have a backyard and even get a dog. 

She knew Chris kept his phone on the table near the bed. Katie peeked, to be sure. Just as she thought, it was there. 

Taking a deep breath, she crawled out of bed. Attempting not to move the mattress, she crept. 

Katie stood for a minute watching him, wondering why he was such an animal. What did she ever do to deserve it? Realizing there was no time for self-pity, she tiptoed over to his side of the bed. 

Watching him closely, she took the phone in her trembling hand. There was a screensaver but no lock. 

Chris took a long, shaky breath, letting out a deep groan. Katie stood, shaking. What if he woke up? What would she say to calm the beast? He didn’t wake up, but that didn’t stop her heart from feeling utter panic.

She stepped into the bathroom, holding the cell phone. Opening it, praying nothing led him to wake. God help her if he ever found her with his phone. She didn’t know what she was searching for, but figured she’d know it when she saw it. There wasn’t much to sort through, an address book filled with the names of women, something she had already suspected for quite a while. A folder of nudes and an app called auto connection. 

Raising a brow, she clicked on it, hoping it would remain silent. There was a list of electronics it controlled, the light switches, the garage, and Oh my God… her ankle monitor! 

She clicked on it, then heard it release. Katie reached down, and removed the monitor, quietly placing it on the counter. Then peered past the bathroom door to assure Chris was still asleep. She set the phone next to the bracelet, then went to get Eddie. 

Katie wrapped him in a blanket, placing him against her chest, then picked up her purse. She took Chris’s wallet and slipped out the front door. Inside her head, she was screaming. All she wanted to do was run and yell for help. 

Running along the sidewalk with Eddie in her arms, she rifled through the wallet, removing all the money. She took the bank card, then placed the wallet in the post-box. She waved down a cab and asked him to take her to the closest bank machine. 

With Eddie waiting in the taxi, she removed as much money from the account that it allowed her to, then dumped the card in the closest mailbox. She didn’t want it traced back to her or somehow have her seen as a thief, only to have the police drag her right back to Chris. 

Katie got back into the cab, then headed to the bus station. Her heart thumped viciously against her chest while her hands trembled. This was it; she was out. Now all she had to do was get away. 

After paying the cabbie, she went to buy a ticket for the two, hoping there would be something leaving soon. The woman at the counter was friendly and quick. Soon Katherine was holding a ticket in her hand for the next bus out of the city, leaving in just thirty minutes.

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I hope you have a beautiful day. ❤

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