Prologue
They were both bi-polar, they countered each other. Vita Tecsaco watched from her place chained to the wall in the basement as her father beat her mother. The crack of his whip resounded and reverberated off of the stone walls meant to protect. It was an every day occurrence for her to watch one of them beat the other when they slipped into their destructive state of mentality. It was slightly relieving, in a way, to watch them beat each other. At least they weren't beating her, right? Her father must have subconsciously sensed her pitiful comfort and turned to her with the sturdy whip in hand. She tried to get away, but once again her ankle was sprained from the fall down the stairs and she collapsed into a heap on the cold stone floor. She feared the pain, but she feared her father more. The whip cracked against her skin in random places, never allowing her to know where the pain would strike next. It seemed like an endless amount of time passed before the whip stopped, but when it finally did, she didn't relax, no. There was more to come. Now in pain and unable to escape from her father, Vita struggled against his body which was lowering itself to her. His cruel mental state allowed him to do what any good father would cringe just thinking about. He raped his daughter. He raped her until she could no longer stay conscious.
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A stabbing pain shot through her lower stomach, awaking the previously unconscious girl. As her eyes opened slowly, the first thing she noticed was the chains around her wrists that connected to the stone wall behind her, holding her hands above her head. Looking down at herself, she discovered neither of her parents had bothered to change her clothes, which were shredded from the whip and soaked in blood from the rape. In fact, that pool of blood was in a slightly dried puddle at her feet. That same pain tore through her body again and she cringed, holding in the scream that she knew would alert her parents. She glanced down at her ankle and slowly straightened that leg using her other foot, hoping to stop the swelling a little.
Voices traveled through the door at the top of the stairs and Vita listened, praying they wouldn't come down into the basement. The voices were angry, shouting at each other about something she could not decipher. But soon a door slammed and the voices stopped. She expected to hear footsteps of one of her parents across the floorboards above her, but all was still. After waiting a few minutes, Vita concluded both of her parents had vacated and she was being given a chance to escape… if she could break away from the chains. She meagerly tried to pull out of the clasps, but they were too tight around her wrists and too strongly implanted into the wall. An idea popping into her mind, Vita pulled herself partially off the floor and stooped on her good leg. Reaching down the collar of her shirt, she unhooked the paperclip holding the straps of her bra together and allowed herself to slump back to the floor. The paperclip, however, was not placed there for that purpose; it was intended to a key, in case this happened again. Sending up a silent prayer, the battered girl began to work with the paperclip to release her bindings.
An hour later, Vita was subconsciously moving the paperclip around in the lock, not even paying attention to what she was doing. A door slammed above her, making her slam her hands into the lock, praying neither of her parents discovered her attempt at escape. The frightened girl didn't move but listened to the frantic footsteps above her. Occasionally, she would hear something crash to the ground and then nothing. Finally, it ended with another door closing somewhere within the house.
Only after the noises had stopped did Vita dare to move from her position. Her hands relaxed and fell from their clamped position around the lock, with paperclip in hand. A rusted squeak caught her ear and she looked up at the clamps around her wrists. The startled action of slamming her hands to the lock had forced the small piece of metal into the correct place and the lock had opened. For a moment, she didn't believe what lay before her eyes, but slowly hope seeped into her heart and a smiled crossed her face. She didn't know how long she had been in that basement, or how long it had been since the commotion upstairs had stopped when she finally got the courage to remove her bindings and crawl to the steps, the pain in her stomach now a harsh throbbing.
"Please, Kami… Don't let them find me," On her hands and knees, Vita slowly opened to the door at the top of the stairs and peeked out. It didn't seem like anyone was around so she continued as quietly as she could to the kitchen door, holding her breath. Entire body tense, Vita opened the wood door that would lead to her freedom, only to have a ferocious wind shove it in. Heavy snowflakes blew against her face and into the kitchen, chilling the entire room. If she hadn't kept her hand tightly secured on the door, it would have slammed against the wall and caught the attention of her parents, but thankfully luck seemed to be on her side. As a last attempt to not get caught, Vita softly closed the door behind her and left the house of blood and wandered into a white blizzard.
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