4/20/2001                                                                                                                                                         1:10 PM

Runaway
                                       By Cyberwuffy
                                                           Edited by Karma Leafbarer

Dedicated to Karma Leafbarer. The most wonderful girl who saved me from myself. It is to her in which I owe everything. May your new life be a wonderful one.

“You little slut! You’re my daughter and as long as you live under this roof, you’ll do what I tell you and like it!” Drake Leafbarer scowled. The 42 year old red skinned frog pushed Karma onto the floor, undoing the belt from his pants. Karma backed herself up against the living room wall. Being beaten by her father was nothing new, but this time he was really mad. “You had to go and sneak out to see your boyfriend last night... You know perfectly well I don’t want you seeing him! And now you know why! He went and got you pregnant!!!”

“Pepe loves me... and I love him too!” Karma cried out defiantly, only to be cut off by the leather end of Drake’s belt. It whipped her across her neck and jaw. Karma cried out in pain, tears pouring down her face. She stood trembling, not wanting to provoke her father any further, fearful of another blow to the face. Karma shielded her child-bearing stomach with her arms as best she could. She didn’t care where her father whipped her as long as her precious stomach was protected. Drake drew back his belt again and whipped her across the chest a few times, slightly tearing open a portion of her pink t-shirt. She was sure there were already many noticeable red marks.

“Love?! You don’t know what love is! All he wants to do is fuck you! You can’t see that and because of it, look what happened! You’re pregnant now! This is your fault! If you hadn’t fucking stayed away from him like you were supposed to, you wouldn’t be in a mess like this.” Drake scowled. He pushed Karma into the wall she was leaning against. Drake whipped Karma again, this time nipping her in the temple. Karma was still in tears. He dropped his belt and grabbed Karma by her shirt, tearing it slightly. He threw her down onto the cold floor. “You’re just a stupid little bitch who couldn’t follow my directions. You never could. This is the only way you’ll learn!”

Her father backed away from her, giving her a somewhat remorseful look and stormed off. Karma waited. Simply waited. And at long last, heard a bedroom door slam shut upstairs and knew she was safe, trembling and wrapping her arms protectively about her belly. She was okay. Her baby was okay. She gasped as the world suddenly spun out of control and fell into a sudden and cold unconsciousness caused by her relief on the floor.

Karma woke up sprawled out on the living room floor, just as she was. It hurt everywhere. She sat up and looked over herself. Her pink t-shirt was torn by her father when he threw her down to the floor. An average portion of her breasts could be seen through the moderate horizontal tear through her shirt. She wore a bra on and off, depending on whether she wanted much of a restraining feeling on that particular day. Besides her torn shirt, she was wearing faded blue jean cut offs and sneakers. Karma looked up at the window. It was still dark out and she could hear the sound of heavy rain. She gathered her thoughts for a couple of minutes and then got up. Karma quietly tiptoed her way upstairs and into her room, especially careful not to wake her father. She lied down on her bed and looked at her clock. It was 2 AM. Karma buried her face in her pillow and just let loose everything, crying hysterically. Once her mother died when she was fourteen, her life had completely changed. Her father began beating her at the smallest hint of disobedience. She hated every bit of it and couldn’t stand it, but there was nothing she could do except take the beatings. What can I do? I don’t want to stay here...I can’t face him in the morning...not after what he did to me...He flipped when he found out that I was pregnant. Thank God I didn’t tell him I eloped and got married. He probably would’ve disowned me and threw me out...How am I going to tell him? What can I do....what can I do.....Pepe... I can go to him. Karma thought to herself, soaking her pink pillow in tears. She had never told Pepe about her beatings. Even though he was abused in the past and could relate to her misfortune, she didn’t want him to feel sorry for her.

Playing with her long brown hair for a minute, she made a choice that would change the rest of her life forever... She decided to go. It’d be better than facing her father again in the morning. Taking her duffle bag, she grabbed some clothes and her most prized possessions: a picture of her mother, letters from her best friend Megan who lived out of state, all of her cash and makeup, her three year old dairy which she faithfully wrote in, and most importantly, her wedding ring. Zipping up her waterproof duffle bag, the frog grabbed her raincoat silently made her way downstairs out the door. The beaten and battered frog cast one last look at the place she always knew as home, shed a few emotional tears, and slipped out into the rainy night.

Karma trudged across the roadside through the cold April downpour. Pepe’s house was only three miles away, but that three miles seemed like three hundred in her condition. She liked to walk long distances, but not when it was raining. Karma had hastily checked herself over before she left, so she had no idea how many marks there were on the exterior of her body, but she could feel the stinging sensations from them all. After what seemed like hours of slow painful walking, she reached Pepe’s house. It was a small house on the corner of the block. It had a small yard and was painted a mix of tan and red. Karma fumbled with the lock on the white picketed gate that led into the yard, fighting for it to open. Successful, she slowly made her way to her husband’s door. She clumsily tripped on a crack in the walkway, stumbling down face first into the pavement.

Cursing at herself, she got up on her hands and knees, still feeling dizzy and light-headed from her fall. Karma retrieved her duffle bag, slung it over her shoulder, and crawled the last ten feet to the burgundy front door of her husband’s house. She reached up with her hand and rang the doorbell a couple of times, hoping to wake Pepe up. It was a good two or three minutes before she saw a light go on inside. The door opened to reveal a tall blue furred skunk in a bath robe. “Froggie?! What are you doing here? What happened?!” Pepe exclaimed, looking at his soaked wife on his doorstep. Instinctively, he was going to ask her again what happened, but opted not to so he wouldn’t make her feel worse than she already was.

“I don’t want to talk about it...” she cried, looking up at him tiredly.

Pepe reached down and took her hands in his, lifting Karma up from her kneeling position and lifting her up into his arms. He carried her inside, closing the door behind him with his foot, and taking her upstairs into his bedroom. Pepe set Karma down on one side of the king sized bed. He turned on the lamp on the nightstand, now able to get a better look at his soaked wife. Karma sank into the couch, closing her eyes and immersing herself in the soft mattress. She was worn out, in pain, and soaking wet. Pepe reached over her body and unzipped her raincoat, pulling it off of her and setting it onto the floor. He saw a portion of her breasts peeking out of the tear in her damp t-shirt. “Let’s get you out of those wet clothes.” he said.

Pepe had Karma sit up, holding her back in position with an arm. Karma was noticeably weak after what she had gone through. She lifted her arms up and let Pepe slide off her shirt over her had. Her average sized breasts swung slightly at the momentum of her wet shirt being removed. They had tan coffee colored nipples and were very firm, just the way Karma liked them when she was alone in her room. Karma leaned back topless against the couch. He noticed many greenish-purple swollen bruises and whip marks on her chest, neck, and jaw. There was a larger swollen bruise on her forehead. She looked up at Pepe with mixed emotions, her brilliant orange eyes locked on him. Karma’s shallow breathing was slowly returning to normal, still recovering from her demanding journey to his house in the middle of the night. Pepe ran his blue furred paws over her yellow skinned stomach, softly patting on their newborn child. Karma cooed lightly, loving the feel of her lovers fur on her bare skin. He reached upwards and cupped one of her breasts in his palm. Even though it was wet, the sensation did elicit a small smile from Karma. “That feels nice...” Karma whispered softly.

“Shhh. Just keep quiet love. Let me undress the rest of you.” Pepe whispered back calmly, trying not to add to her headache. He released her moist breast and moved both of his paws down to her shoes, untying her pair of Nike sneakers and gripping her ankles with his paws as he took off both shoes. He set her shoes aside on the floor. Next, he turned his attention to her dripping socks, quickly removing them from her feet and putting them in her shoes. Karma’s amber eyes were still focused on him, filled with anxiety. The blue furred skunk moved his paws slowly up her calves, rubbing them and progressing up past her thighs towards the button of her cut off jeans. He undid the button and slowly unzipped her drenched pants, sliding them carefully off of her legs. Karma’s pink silk panties were all she was in now. Pepe looked back to see Karma. She nodded slowly back at him approvingly. Pepe knelt beside her on the couch and hooked his fingers in the elastic rim of her panties, sliding them off of her. “Stay here. I’m going to get some towels.”

Pepe walked down the hall to retrieve some towels from the linen closet. Karma closed her eyes, thinking about how the past 24 hours had went. She had came home from school only to discover that her father found out about her pregnancy. Karma didn’t understand how he could’ve known. She had all of her medical bills forwarded directly to Pepe’s house. Pepe lived alone...but somehow her father knew. He was waiting for her when she got home. He dragged her into the house, started screaming at her, and then beat her. And then there was the rough journey over to her husband’s house. It was only three miles, but it seemed much more than that through the chilling fifty degree temperature and pouring rain. What made the it worse was having to walk all of that distance with fresh bruises on her. Soon enough, Pepe came back downstairs with some dry towels, a first aid kit, and a hot water bottle. He knelt beside his wife and ran a towel over her legs, drying them off slowly and smoothly. Pepe moved the towel upwards and gently dried off her hips and sex. Karma let out a small moan as the towel roamed around her sensitive flesh. He moved the towel up her sides and front, very careful not to aggravate any of the fresh marks and bruises which spread over her attractive yellow skinned body. Pepe put the towel down on the floor and took out the hot water bottle. He gently placed it over the large bruise on Karma’s head. She whimpered a little in pain, but slowly adjusted to the warm feeling on her head.

Karma yawned tiredly. She was exhausted. Pepe gently put his paw on her face and look at her. “You’re going to be okay love...” he said. Karma managed a smile and closed her eyes. It didn’t take very long for the tree frog to fall deep asleep. Pepe removed the water bottle from her head and covered her with a towel. He curled up on the floor beside the couch and went back to bed, not wanting to leave his lover for a moment.

It was mid morning by the time Pepe had woken up. Karma was no longer on the couch, but she had changed into one of his bathrobes and was lying comfortably beside him. “Good morning.” she whispered to him. Pepe rolled over to face her.

“Hello love.” he whispered back, gently nuzzling into her neck.

“I’m sorry about all of this. My da beat me yesterday. Somehow he found out that I was pregnant...” Karma said softly. “He’s always beat me. Even when I did the smallest thing wrong. I couldn’t take it anymore.”

Pepe looked at her. He didn’t know how to respond to that. “He beats you? Why didn’t you tell me?” Pepe faltered, the question the only thing that came out of his mouth. Karma stroked one of his ears with her hand and took a deep breath.

“Pepe, I never told you because I didn’t want you to feel sorry for me. You know I don’t take well to sympathy.” she said softly. Pepe looked into her eyes. “He only knows that I’m pregnant. He doesn’t even know that I’m married...”

“You can make your own decision Karma. You’re of age now anyway. You don’t have to live with him anymore.” he said lovingly.

“I know. I know... I can’t go back home now...or ever. He’ll eventually find out about us being married and I don’t want to go through that.” Karma cried. Pepe hugged her tight.

“I guess we’ll have to live earlier than planned.” he joked.

“Yeah, but it’s for the best. Everything I took with me is all that I value. There’s nothing for me back home except more beatings.” Karma said with a tone of hopelessness in her voice. “But it’s in the past now. All of it.”

Pepe hugged her closely to him, his tail wagging softly. “We have each other...now and forever. As long as we have each other, nothing else matters.” he said, caressing Karma.

The End