Click, click, and click. My eyes connected with my three boys as the last buckle snapped into place. My head suddenly screamed at me, Two minutes left! I ran back inside and opened the door of my girl’s room.
I reached into the beds for my girls and lifted them both up: innocent, pure, and wide-eyed from being awakened in the middle of the night. My legs pumped back through the kitchen towards the van as I snuggled their faces against my chest to muffle their cries.
One minute left! Everyone is in the van! I thought. Drive! Go! Now! I jumped into the van and I fired up. I pulled down the gear lever into drive. Suddenly there was a pounding on the hood of my van, and screaming for me to stop.
I took my chance threw it into reverse and punched it backwards throwing him off the van, and just as hard as I had thrown it in reverse, I slammed it into drive and sped around him out of the drive way and on to the street.
My eyes were laser focused on the headlights that stretched out in front of us— they were the pinpoints of light!! I drove away from the basement apartment never to return to the abyss of abuse.
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