Thunderstorms
Chapter 1
Its was cold, she thought, not the windy kind that bites at your body and leaves your feeling stripped, but the kind that brings chills down your spine, gives you goose bumps at makes you shake all over.
She couldn't risk turning the heat up. Fingering the bruise that she had gotten last time she had done something without his permission she shivered once more and curled herself in a tight ball.
Maybe she would freeze to death. He'd come home and realize how foolish he had been. His most money making, children as he liked to call them, had died. He'd probably regret then. That would show him. But no, she wasn't that lucky she would live. She'd be cold, but she would live.
She'd stay in this place until he died. Soon she hoped. He was a bastard, a filthy criminal. She hated him, despised him, loathed him.
She wished for many things. That youthful innocence she saw in children. She envied that. But, she was no longer a child, but a woman. She had been a woman since her thirteenth birthday. The day her fathers clients had first used her, raped her, ravaged her.
His own child. His flesh and blood. But that didn't matter to him. No, to him every woman he used as workers were his children. But they weren't his flesh blood. No, they weren't.
She wanted to run away but she couldn't. She wished she could but, she couldn't. He'd find her. Then he would kill her. First he would torture her, and then he would slowly suck the life out of her. He'd laugh while she lay there dead. Probably feel good about himself. Dump her body someone, pretend she'd never existed.
No, couldn't run away. He'd kill her. Just like he did to her mother. Like he did to Mina. So no, she wouldn't run away, just rot in this hell until she was useless and they'd dump her in the streets. She'd die there. A nobody among the other nobody's, destined to a fate she couldn't control.