Chapter 1 In the hell

Dear Reader, before you start this story, I would like to warn you it contains some mature content that could be disturbing. If you are okay with that, then I hope you will enjoy it.

Eleven years ago

"Supper is ready." I hear my mum shouting, so I put my old teddy bear down on the sofa and I go into the kitchen.

She takes a plate and puts a good amount of pasta on it.

"Do you want something on your pasta?" She asked me, and I shook my head.

I don't know why she has such a question when we both know there is nothing in the fridge that she could put on it. Even if it is only pasta without any sauce, I am happy. This is one of the rare evenings my mum can give me something to eat. Usually, I go to sleep with an empty stomach, but this time, at least I can fill it with something, so hunger won't torture me.

Mum gives me a fork, and I am happy to start eating. I am ready to have the food in my mouth when the door slams open. It scares me, so the fork, with a small amount of food on, flies out of my hand and ends up on the floor. I don't know what hurt me more. Seeing my dad storms into the room, obviously angry, or the precious food that will end up in the bin.

"You dirty bich!" He shouts, and the smell of alcohol starts to linger in the air. "How dare you cheat on me? Is this that I keep you for? How dare you let another fuk you?" He moves closer, and seeing my mum's terrified face, I know what she wants me to do. I slip down off the chair, and I hide under the table.

From the noises, I know my father hits my mother. "Let me go! I don't want you any more. I have found someone who will take care of us!" she shouts. However, it seems like it only makes dad furious.

"What? Do to think you can leave me?" He shouts louder, and he hits her again. But then my heart pounds faster when the table cloth raises, and I see my father's red eyes. He forces me to get out of my hiding place.

"What the hell are you doing? Let her go!" Mum shouts, but instead of making dad obey her, he holds her as well.

"Where do you take us?" She asks, but this time her expression shows fear.

"I will take you somewhere where that bastard won't find you." He shouts, and she drags us out. He put me in his old car first, in the back seat, then he forces my mother to sit in the front. While he goes around, my mum turns back and tells me to move behind dad's seat and to fasten my seat belt. I do as she says, while I watch her take her phone out of her pocket and quickly write a message.

However, dad is fast, and when he notices what mum is doing, he hits the phone out of her hand. It ends up in the back seat next to me. I try to get it, but dad makes the car move, and the phone slips under the seat.

"Stop the car now!" My mum shouts at dad, but he just hits her again.

"Shut up, bi*ch, or I will kick you out of the car on the motorway." He shouts at her while he loses his control of the car for a moment, and we hit a rubbish bin on the side of the road.

"Stop the car!" Mum shouts again. "You are drunk! You can't drive like this!"

However, it is like my dad doesn't hear her at all. I feel the car just move faster, and as I am in fear, I try to reach mum's phone, but because of the car's funny movements, it just slips further.

"Where are you going? Are you mental?" My mum shouts again, but this time she is panicking. "We are heading to the motorway. Stop the car now!"

"Shut up, Bi*ch!" My dad shouts at her again, and he hits her, this time harder.

I feel the car move faster, and as dad can't keep it straight, and I hear other cars honk at us, I fear as well. Once I saw a movie about rolling coasters. That time I was so excited I asked mum to take me to one. Mum said we have no money for that, but she promised me, as soon as she gets the money, she will take me to one. Now that I fear of the car's movements, I am thinking about telling mum later to skip the idea.

Dad drives the car even faster, and my mum starts to cry. She is begging him to stop on the side of the road, and let us out, but dad doesn't listen.

I attempt to get the phone one more time, but my arms are just not long enough to reach it. I know what could help me. Even if mum told me to fasten my seatbelt, and I am an obedient child, I think, now, in this horrid moment, I could be a hero to get that phone. My hand moving to the clip, ready to undo it, when dad loses the control of the car. Mum screams, while my dad tries to make the car straight. It is weird he doesn't see the lorry in the next line which is trying to warn us by honking that we are getting too close.

"F*ck!" Dad screams as well, while our car unstoppably gets closer to the lorry, and it crushes into it.

I remember one time, on a tv show they talked about gravity. I think that was the moment when I experienced that.

The car flies in the air, but it must hit the ground. And it does. However, that isn't the end, as it rolls off of the road, and I feel the seatbelt makes a wound on my shoulder, as it keeps me from moving freely in the car. It takes so long to the car to stop, but it does stop eventually. I feel an awful pain in my leg while I lie on the floor, between the seats.

"Mummy!" I'm calling my one parent who ever cared about me, but there is no answer. Both my dad and mum are quiet. Since we left home, I wanted to be in silence, but I didn't mean this.