Liberty POV
He’s just like Father. Making promises then when I reach that promise, he changes the goal posts. Every time. I’ve not met anyone yet that hasn’t lied to me. I’ve been in this flat for a week…a week.
I’d rather be at home, at least I could swim and drink fancy cocktails. Here I’ve had takeout every night. I can actually feel my boobs getting bigger from the lack of exercise and sugar foods.
That was the first thing I was going to do with my money, get a boob job, a reduction of course. God had gifted me with large breasts for my body shape and I was fed up with the backache.
The pathetic guard was drunk and asleep on the sofa. He was bored, well so was I. Vicky must be shagging him because he talks about her in his sleep and hasn’t look at me once, in that way.
My plan of seduction wouldn’t work which meant my only chance of escape was knocking him out. Yes he was asleep but he woke up at the slightest of sounds here…he knew Father would he gunning for him. Would be hunting for his blood.
I seem to have become his beer server. But the stupid prat thinks he is controlling me. He’s not, with each beer I give him he is becoming more and more intoxicated, more and more sleepy. The alcohol will help keep him out longer when I knock him out.
I’m in the kitchen, fetching him another beer when I very carefully pull a drawer open. Jackpot! I find a thick wooden rolling pin. That should do it. It was either that or the frying pan left on top of the microwave, I place the beer down on the coffee table before walking back to get the rolling pin. By the time he reaches over to get his beer I am back behind him and whack him in the back of the head.
I feel sick from the thud, I’ve never hurt anyone before. He collapses to the floor instantly, a loud bang for such a skinny guy.
I feel guilty but he has lied to me like they all have, so I grab his phone and steal money from his wallet before running out of the apartment door.
I’m on the run. It’s exhilarating, freeing. Except I don’t actually know where I am going. I’ll just have to roll with it. After all what is Father going to do? Lock me up again until I am twenty -one, that’s another three years… I’ll take my chances on my own.
I hop on a bus and hand over some money before taking a seat towards the back. I have no idea where this bus is going but I find that quite exciting. Who knew I could be so rebellious.
I start listening to all of the passengers, watching who comes on and who gets off. A young couple pique my interest who are sat a few rows in front of me with their suitcases.
They are discussing their plans to catch a train to the port, where a boat will take them to an island. Sounds just up my street. An island sounds far enough for now, it might give me some time to plan on my next move.
I think they are newlyweds, they keep glancing at the rings on their fingers and gazing lovingly into each other’s eyes. If I thought hitting the guard over the head made me feel sick, this was something else.
Mum had raised me to stand on my one two feet. So when Father entered my life demanding he control my money, I was distraught. I was only twelve, legally I didn’t have any grounds to fight him. Any lawyer that wanted to help soon disappeared or was paid off by Father. My friends, their parent’s, even my boyfriend…they just all vanished. Mum did own a lot of money, so I’m guessing they felt a pay off was more important than me. Well screw them.
I follow the couple as they exit the bus and enter a train station. I have to weave in and out of commuters to keep up with them. People busy and in a hurry to catch the train home.
They enter a barrier where the train is already waiting for them. Great, I won’t need to wait around and risk the chance of being seen. Following the couple, I walk to the barrier and push through but it doesn’t budge.
“Ticket?” A uniformed person raises an eyebrow at me.
“No? I thought I could get one on the train?”
“It’s sold out and pre-reservation only!” He tuts at me as if I was trying to get a free ride. I was. However I could afford it, just not right now. Bloody cheek.
Well there goes that plan…bugger. Suddenly thirsty for cold water I walk into a little coffee shop which reminds me of the ones Mum used to take me to.
I grab a water and sandwich from the fridge and place it on the counter, freeing up my hands to get some cash out. I pull a note out and place it on the counter only for the server to thrust some kind of small weird computer at me.
“We are cashless!” She says with a robotic smile.
“Excuse me?” What the hell did that mean?
“We don’t take cash, card only. Or from your phones wallet?” She could be speaking another language for all I know. She also thinks I am peculiar and in her defence I’m not helping myself by looking at the phone to see if a secret wallet will open.
“Here…unlock your phone…” She places the phone to my face but it’s comes up asking for a code.
“Oh, that’s odd…”
“It’s not my phone. It’s my friend’s but I’ve lost him and hoped he would find me here.” I’m good, that was great thinking on your feet Liberty.
“Yeah he should be able to track his phone if he has the right app…it should lead him straight to you. Sorry I can’t take cash but there’s a small supermarket around the corner that takes cash.”
Track my location? Also, what is an app? “Okay thanks.” I step out of the queue, letting the people behind me get served.
Shit..bugger…shit. It’s like the world has progressed without me even knowing. I could kill Father, he’s hidden me away when the world was finally getting interesting.
I don’t even know how to use this mobile phone, why the heck did I take it? I place it on a coffee table as I put my cash away in my hidden legging’s pocket. It’s not that hidden with the bulky mountain of the money but my long T-shirt helps over it.
What am I going to do now? I didn’t even think to take my medicine…the one Father insists I take every day.
He claims I have diabetes and that I need the insulin shot daily. But I cut out sugar since Mum died, my grief making me skinny for a few years. I’ve only become more womanly in the last two years.
With the crap that guard was feeding me every night over the past week I could feel my body needing the medicine more than ever.
I need to find somewhere to spend the night, I had three hours before it started to get dark. Maybe if I hop on another bus, I just need to keep moving. Maybe I should have planned this out better but an opportunity to escape never came up often and I had to jump at the chance.
“Hey, hey excuse me you’ve forgotten your phone.”As I exit the shop I hear someone call after me but I don’t stop, I need to keep moving.
