Escaping

    Scootaloo’s POV

    I quietly walked towards my home on the outskirts of town. It was about 5:30, 2 hours later than I usually get home. I just hoped my dad was asleep, cause if he wasn’t, well, it wouldn’t exactly be pretty. I sighed and walked up to the door. I slowly opened the door, careful to keep it as silent as possible. I quietly peeked into the living room, finding that he was passed out on the couch. I sighed, relieved. I looked around the room, finding empty beer bottles. Great. As long as I stayed quiet and did as he told, if he even woke up during the time I’m home, I shouldn’t get anymore bruises tonight.

    I silently walked up the stairs, going into my bedroom. I closed the door and locked it, in case he happened to wake up. I decided to push my desk in front of the door as well, just to make sure he definitely wouldn’t be able to open it. I sighed and sat on my bed. I looked down at the bruises on my arms. There were more on my stomach, along with a few cuts. I stared at them as the memories of last night came back into my mind.

    I had come home 20 minutes later than usual, as I was getting help from Ms. Cherilee on my homework cause I didn’t fully understand it. I opened the door, and he was enraged. I asked him what was wrong, trying to maybe help him feel better, or at least not make him more mad. He stared at me, rage in his eyes. He came towards me, pushing me backwards and telling me that it was my fault mom left. Again. I hit the wall, hard. I looked up at him. And, as much as I hate to admit it, I was terrified. He just kept hitting me and saying rude things to try and hurt my feelings. He called me useless, stupid, and saying I was nothing but a flightless pegasus that nopony would ever love. After a few minutes, I was able to push him off of me enough so I could make a run for it. I ran to my room, locking the door, and pushing the dresser in front of it. I just sat on my bed and cried until I eventually fell asleep.

It still amazes me that nopony has noticed yet. At first they had asked me what happened, and i just told them I fell off my scooter while practicing some tricks. They just shrugged it off and went on with their day. Now, they don’t even bother asking. Well, except Rainbow Dash, but I just tell her I fell of my scooter, but that excuse isn’t gonna work forever. I wish I could tell somepony, but then my dad would get mad, and things would only get worse.

    He’s been doing this since I was six, when my mom left. She said she couldn’t deal with the stress that my dad caused her, but she didn’t take me with her. She left me with this…. monster, that was supposed to be my dad. He’s been blaming me for her leaving. So, needless to say, the last 4 years have sucked.

    I snapped out of my thoughts as I heard the sound of glass shattering downstairs. He’s awake. I quickly grabbed my saddle bag and packed a blanket, some bits, and a photo that was taken when I was four, when my family was still together and happy. Now that it was summer I didn’t need my school supplies, so that was less for me to carry. Thank gosh today was the last day of school.

    I heard heavy footsteps coming up the stairs, and my eyes widened in panic. I quickly placed my bag on my back. I ran to the window and looked down, the jump wasn’t that long, I’ve jump farther. I heard banging on the door, and without thinking I jumped out the window.

    I landed hard on my hooves, causing me to wince slightly. I heard a slam and immediately knew he broke down the door and pushed the dresser out of they way. I just ran as fast as I possibly could. I didn’t care if he was going to be mad. I was tired of getting hurt. I had to escape him somehow. He probably wouldn’t even care enough to come looking for me anyway.