Disclamer: I DO NOT OWN NARNIA! Even though I wish I did! I only own Kylie and her step father Luke.

This is my first story on here so I hope I will get reviews from accomplished writters to help me.

My Great Escape

Chapter One: Leaving

"Kylie Mason! Get down here now!"

I shoot up in my bed when I hear my step father call me.

Great, he's angry. Someone please help me!

I run down the stairs, nearly knocking some pictures off in the process. I look aground, tucking some of my black hair behind my ear.

"KYLIE!" His voice calls from my left.

He's in the kitchen.

I walk in and see a man in his mid-thirties, light brown hair that is starting to gray and gray eyes like stone. This is Luke Mason. The light blue walls, sparkling granite counters, the white marble floor are just what hell is pictured in my mind. London was the name of this new place we just moved too, why? I have no clue.

Eyes to match his stone, cold heart.

"Y-yes sir?" My voice squeaks, reviling how scared I was.

"Where's the mail! And this kitchen is a disaster!"

"It wasn't like that until you came home." I murmur, praying he did not hear…I was, once again, wrong. His hand comes in contact with my face, making me hit the ground.

"You little bitch! You should be grateful that you live in this house! If it wasn't for me, you would still be in that orphanage!"

"I would rather be there then here with an abusive moron like you!" I scream, getting up.

Oh no, what have I done?!

His hand grabs my throat, slamming me up against the wall. I struggle under his grasp, only to get punched in the stomach.

"Who the hell do you think you are talking to, huh? I saved you from that dump and this," His grip tightens, "Is the thanks I get?"

You should never be thanked for what you put me through!

I continue to struggle but he laughs at my attempted. There is no way I, a sixteen year old five foot tall girl, could over power him. He is a six foot tall construction worker, one who just loves to hurt me. He hurls me to the floor and kicks my stomach; I look around and see a knife on the ground.

Hopefully this will buy me enough time to get my stuff and leave.

My small hand grabs the knife and plunges in into his thigh.

"AHHH," He screams, "You bitch!"

He falls to the ground and I quickly get up and run up the stairs, narrowly avoiding a vase he threw. I get to my room and slam the door shut. I lock it, looking at the dresser to my left. I push it in front of the door, just in time because I hear banging on the door and yelling. I grab my book bag and fill it with clothes, money; everything I'm going to need. The dresser falls over and I jump over my bed to the window. I throw my bag out and was about to jump when a hand grabs my hair and yanks me back.

"You didn't think I was about to let you go after what do did to me, did you Kylie?" His voice sends chills down my spine.

Here it comes, here comes the pain.

He throws me across the room, I look up and he smashes a glass lamp on me. I feel blood drip down my cheek, this is only the beginning…

If only I knew how long this torture was going to last.

He kicks my side and takes one on the shards of the lamps remains and stabs my shoulder, causing me to scream out in agony. His hand grabs my hair and pulls me up, only to thrown me face down into the glass. I feel his boot stomp my back, the pieces of glass engrave themselves into my stomach.

Please, let me escape! Some where, anywhere! Just get me away from here! Please!

He continues to stomp on my back, my tears mix with the drops of blood on the ground. I cry out for help, only to know that no one can hear me. He laughs at my attempts, as if it was the most amusing thing he has ever heard in his life.

Please, stop! Please…take pity on me, let me escape! Give me a way!

A flash of light…

A voice…

What happened?

My eyes snap open and I sit up.

"Oh," a voice said, "You're awake."

I look to my right to see a little girl with medium length brown hair. Her blue eyes are looking into my bright green ones, showing me her concern.

"W-where am I?" My throat feels dry and causes my voice to sound weird.

"Silly," The young girl starts, "your in Narnia!"

So, how was it? If you have any comments to HELP me please feel free to message me!