New story. It's gonna be a dark ride, so buckle up and enjoy the ride. The story will contain extreme content so be warned. I will post at the beginning of each chapter what it will be. The intro has not been beta'd so please excuse any mistakes. My beta will be back next week. If it's to extreme let me know and I'll delete it.

Running From The Darkness

Rating: R to NC-17

Summary: Can anybody help me? Will I ever escape? I ask myself these questions every night before I go to sleep. The answers are always the same. Hopefully one day that will change.

POV: Spencer's (I will let you know if it changes)

Intro

Darkness invades my soul completely now. Pain, suffering, and fear are the only emotions I feel. It's all I've known and been taught for the last seven years.

"STUPID BITCH!" I can hear the flesh to flesh contact from my hiding place. He's been drinking again which is never a good thing for me. "WHERE IS SHE?!" Another hit resounds through the halls. "YOU"VE HIDDEN HER! I KNOW IT!" Slurring is evident in his voice this time.

"I don't know where she is. Please believe me." The pleas and cries in her voice is heartbreaking, but I know if I make myself known now it will be worse for the both of us.

A body crashes into the wall next to the closet where I'm hiding. The whimpering and cries of pain are easy to make out now. She's begging for mercy, but he will never show any. He is a monster. Uncaring and malicious are the only two words that come to mind when describing him. He is my nightmare. My reasons for sleepless nights and the reason I am alone in this world.

Another smack comes with another cry of pain, I begin to shake in my hiding spot because I know he will find me soon. Then their will be no mercy for me. He will do what he has done every night for the last seven years. There is no escape. The nightmare will never end. I am doomed to endure the tortures he sees fit to put me through each and every day.

The crying has stopped. He must have knocked her out again. My shaking and trembling body has become worse with each passing second. The panic has set in. It'll only take him a few minutes to find me.

The knob turning on the closet door captures my attention, and I become paralyzed with fear. He has found me. In a couple of seconds the darkness will be no more as the light starts to pour in from the door opening. The light stretches slowly across my body revealing every bruise and cut that was put there by his hands. The light reaches my eyes last. The sparkle of life and hope that use to be there is gone. It's been replaced with fear.

"There you are my darling." The smirk on his face sends chills down my spine. Tonight is going to be bad. "Bedroom now!" He points to my door. Terrified, I get up and make my way into my room. He follows closely behind smiling.

My eyes are dull and dead. Any and all hope of escape left me when we moved away from anybody and everybody that knew me.

"You know better than to hide from me." The slap comes quickly and hard, opening up the cut above my eye again. The second hit knocks me to the ground exposing my torso to him. A swift kick to my stomach leaves me gasping for air on the floor. Another follows only this time it lands on my exposed back.

Crying out, I beg him to stop even though I know it's pointless. He has just started with me for the night. It's only going to get worse.

Turning over to look at him again, I noticed he has already removed his belt and has undone his pants.

Snatching my arm, he lifts me off the floor before hurling me onto the bed.

Tears run freely as I feel my own pants being removed. "Think of anything else. Anything at all." I whisper to myself trying to block out what is happening. My eyes squeezed shut.

I think of my family. The ones I use to have that loved me and promised to always be there. I remember the picnics at the park and swimming in the pond. Laughing and smiling as I chase my two older brothers around the yard. My mom and dad watching from the front porch sipping on their lemonades.

All my happy pleasant memories are starting to fade with time. I wonder if I will ever be as happy as I use to be. I miss my family. I haven't seen them since I was ten years old.

A grunt above me brings me back to reality. He pulls his pants back up and walks out of my room for the night leaving me on my small bed in tears.

Stopping at my door, he makes one last comment. "Spencer, school starts next week. You'll be attending King High." He leaves me alone finally.

Let me know if I should continue or delete. Ashley will be showing up soon.