The Murderer Who Wasn't a Monster

Ch 7 Diana's pov

"You're not going to get away with this," I say.

"Shut up, you little brat," he says back, that line confirming it for me.

I am in an abusive relationship with my father. A sexual one at that.

I am waking up to the cruel reality that the father I knew is not a father. But a monster.

The real one, not Darryl.

"You better kiss me and make things better, you little bitch," he said, less jokingly this time. More rough. More...real and less like the fantasy I had been living in.

For what girl wouldn't want to avoid work and be taken care of her entire life?

Then, the thought comes: What happens to me when he dies?

We are about to be home. At Nancy Lane.

The house I'd grown up in my entire life.

My mom and dad divorced when I was 18. They always said it wasn't my fault, but I know now it was.

"Diana?" my dad echoes to me.

I do not move.

"Diana?"

I finally get out of the car slowly before sprinting for my life. I don't make it far. The police that he calls capture me and take me to a close mental hospital, Tri-County. One I've been to before all of this.

I scream no over and over, but I know that in PETC, I need time to think of my escape plan.

Darryl, please come back to me...