After the last escape attempt they were extra vigilant so i had to bide my time. I waited for 3 long months in that cold dark cellar . playing it cool, feigning nonchalance,pretending i wasnt interested in my weekly allowance of dry cornflakes and diet Dr Pepper,just saying Dr Pepper makes me sick to this day . I wanted them to think they'd beat me, that i was subdued and going nowhere fast,maybe not fast but i was going. I waited and waited and waited counting the days the weeks the months .Then one rainy night i heard it,a faint screech of horse hair on cat gut,he never learned to play that violin well though he'd say otherwise of course. That was it , he was drunk he only attempted to play when he was drunk, she'd be in her room doing her stupid cross stich as per. I sat as still as a mannequin in thought for a good few hours till i heard ...nothing. That was it, time to go...i took that square of plastic i'd made from one Dr Pepper bottle that he'd forgotten i had and i crept up the stairs slowly, so slowly, would it work? I slipped the folded plastic in the door jamb and slid it up and down...hmm nothing, pushing it in further till i had barely enough plastic to grip onto i felt the resistance of the latch , i flipped it up first time...here we go! I tip toed through the silent house my heart feeling like it was going to pop any minute,every anxiety inducing step seeming to take minutes rather than seconds. I felt water running down my nose , im not sure how long I'd been standing in the wet road,trying to comprehend where i was. I walked a litte then ran energy coming from an unknown source probably pure desire. Apparently i ran 6 miles to that house in Langford, i call it my safe house now not that ive been there since but i still speak to Robert and Elaine, over thanking them for helping me that wet winter morning. Thats how i escaped my narcissistic parents.