Chapter 3: What Happens Next?

My dad groaned and pulled himself out of his chair. That was the moment I remembered my lunch ( exactly after his groan ). I ran in to the hall to find my bag in the same place I had dumped it yesterday, in front of the stairs . I unzipped it as quickly as I could and yanked out my lunchbox. I flung the lid to one side and sure enough my half eaten peanut-butter sandwich was right there looking better then ever as I only hoped it would. In all of my hurriedness I hadn't heard my dad follow me down the hall ( this rarely happens as I am usually always on guard ) he looked over my shoulder and screamed. This was absolutely terrifying as I had no idea he was there and he was screaming right in to my ear. He then flopped on to his knees and started yelling.
" Food......Real!....... Doomed!!........ Breathing!!!........ Humans!!!!"
The last word made me think
" Dad we are humans "
But he didn't seem to be listening so I got up, picked up my lunchbox and put one foot on to the stairs. Suddenly the yelling stopped and I felt my dads hand around my ankle. He dragged himself of the floor and took a firm grip on my shoulder. He twisted me around ( saying that he didn't use his nails while turning me would be lying. I can still feel his nails digging in to my shoulder ) and took the sandwich. He took his hand of my shoulder and grabbed my hair instead. He then pulled me over to the bathroom witch he entered and made me watch him drop the sandwich in to the toilet and flush. As the last crumbs were drained he released my hair and walked out satisfied.

Who ever that man was he definitely wasn't my dad.

I ran out of the bathroom, up the stairs and in to my room. I flopped down on to my bed and cried. After a while I dried my eyes and thought. But thinking was so hard on an empty stomach. I sat up and the first thing to catch my eye was the banana. The BANANA!!!!! I reached out and grabbed it of the chair beside my bed. My fingers shook as I peeled it. It turned out to be a bit more then slightly bruised but it was gorgeous. I ate one third of it and left the rest for my mum and sister later.
I was defiantly NOT keeping any for my dad.
As the day drew on my tummy started to grumble and my head was aching. I needed to breath fresh air. My dad must have sealed my bedroom window when I went downstairs or something because it just wouldn't budge now. My only way out of this smelly house and to the fresh air was the front door. So I decided to get dressed and put on my warmest clothes toped with a rain coat and my favourite umbrella. This time I really did have to creep and I was as quiet as ever. I knew that the last step creaked so I hopped over it. I reached the front door without interference. I tried to open it but it was locked. I grabbed my bag and looked in the front pocket , that's where I left my keys yesterday , and yanked my keys. I put the key in to the lock and twisted. I silently opened the door and stepped outside. My feet were freezing. I looked down and just remembered I forgot to put my socks and shoes on. Well that was stupid. I turned around to go back in to the house but the door was closed. I dropped my bag and tried the handle but of course it was locked. Somebody had locked me out , undoubtedly my so called dad. I was on my own out there in the freezing wind and lashing rain with a bag, an umbrella and some very cold feet.