CHAPTER 2
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I do not own a thing! Although I do own Lydia. Please review at the end to tell me how I'm doing pretty pretty please!
NOTE: I was doing research for the story, and I realized that it was Lock Up, not Lock Down. So sorry for the confusion if there was any. I just haven't watched the Animated Series in a while…my internet is crap.
On another note, I would like to thank and dedicate this chapter to Microbiology Major. She was my first reviewer and she's given me something huge to think about for this story.
WARNING: Slightly graphic beating on Lydia. Don't like it? Sorry. Can't do anything about that. My suggestion would be either don't read that part, or don't read it at all.
Now on with the Story!
LYDIA'S POV
After my shower and change to bed clothing I quickly fell asleep on the round, cloud like bed. But I didn't sleep for long. I woke up about two hours later in a cold sweat. I pushed my hair away from my sweaty face and tried to catch my breath.
"Not again…no not again." I whispered repeatedly. I grabbed one of the many fluffy pillows on the bed and hugged it to my chest. My nightmare had been a sad memory, one from my childhood, after my mother left. When the beatings started.
I'm not sure how long I sat there, hugging the pillow, but when I woke up from my hypnotized state Alfred was in my room opening the curtains.
Than he stared at me expectedly, I shook my head
"I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention." Alfred smiled at me
"I was wondering if you were alright young lady." I sat up straighter and smiled
"Oh yes, I'm fine…just a bad dream." He still looked worried
"Did you get any sleep at all?" my smile turned to a forced one
"Oh yeah, I only woke up a couple minutes or so before you came in. Nothing to worry about." I slowly got out of bed as I saw Alfred lay out a short dress and a headband on the desk in the room.
"Breakfast is waiting for you downstairs." Said Alfred before he left. I stretched my arms and sighed in relief as my back popped back into place. I shrugged at the dress and pulled it on. It was a light blue that blended into a dark purple at the bottom and the headband was the same dark purple.
It had a corset back that was easy to lace up, and had a V neck with thick straps to hold it up and it had light blue long sleeves that blended to purple made of lace.
The dress stopped at my knees and I looked around for shoes to go with it.
I didn't see any so I pulled on my shoes from yesterday. I clipped on my locket and grabbed the headband before walking to the bathroom.
I brushed my teeth with a toothbrush still in the little box, and brushed my hair before putting it into its low pigtails.
I put the headband on, but it did nothing to keep my bangs from my face. I smiled at the cute outfit than left the room with my new bag on my shoulder.
After getting lost about four or five times, Alfred found me and led me to the dining room were Wayne was sitting, drinking coffee and reading the newspaper.
"Thank you for letting me stay the night." Wayne smiled at me
"Please sit. Eat." I moved hesitantly but in the end sat next to him and helped myself to the large bit of food he had.
"You act like you haven't eaten in months." My cheeks turned red
"Oh um…no, I'm just...a really messy eater." I said quietly. Wayne stared at me a bit untrustingly but got over I guess.
"Oh, tomorrow you're coming with me to Arkham." I almost had missed what he said…than I started to choke on my toast.
"Wh-what?" I stuttered out. Wayne sighed
"I'm sorry to say but your father is being evaluated because of his methods on the job. I want to also get a look on his home life. The only way to do that is to bring you along." I gulped than glared hatefully.
"You were just using me? To get information on Lyle! I should have figured!" Wayne tried to explain his thinking but I wasn't listening. I quickly stood, grabbing my bag, and left the mansion…it was a long walk to an area where taxis were…but Wayne could've stopped me at any time. And he didn't so it just fueled my fire more. I took a taxi into the city, lucky I had a five dollar bill in my shoe. I was only walking around for about ten minutes before my shoulder was grabbed. I turned quickly and gulped as Lyle grabbed my arm
"You little brat!" he growled lowly
"You're in for when we get home." I gulped and started to shake.
"No…No!" I started to pull away…trying to escape…I was even thinking on trying to gnaw my own arm off. Nothing I tried worked, in fact I think it made it worse. He pushed me into the back of his car, and locked the back doors.
The car was sorta like a taxi, it had a wall in the way of the passenger and the driver but unlike the walls in taxis this wall was made of chain link fencing reinforced with steel.
I felt my eyes start to water as I thought of the beating I was going to get when I got home. Sadly, instead of just sitting in the back and waiting to get home, I made it even worse for myself by beating on the glass and trying to open the door, the whole car ride home.
I kicked at the windows trying to break it. It was tinted bullet proof glass, it did more harm to me that I did to it.
By the end of the ride, my hands were numb, my ankle was twisted and my face was very wet with tears. Lyle pulled me out of the car with some difficulty since I was fighting the whole time.
No one in the lobby paid attention as Lyle dragged me through to the elevator.
They must have thought that I was just being a prissy child, and more tears streamed down my face as he pulled me into the empty elevator. Lyle glared at me hatefully
"You've escaped so many times. And every time I find you. And after I find you, you are punished. And you know you'll be punished." His glare got worse and he raised his hand. "So why do you escape!" His arm swung and his large hand collided with my right cheek. From the force I fell to the left, and the holding bar connected with my head. Tears pricked in my eyes again by I did not cry out or scream in pain. I never wanted to give him that satisfaction. He grabbed my upper arm and dragged me out of the elevator to our apartment.
"The minute we get inside, you are getting chained back up and you're going to be beaten within an inch of your life." I quietly whimpered at the thought of the pain but I made no other noise of complaint.
"It's probably your fault I have to go to some idiotic hearing tomorrow." I gulped as I remembered Wayne saying something about a hearing for Lyle's methods. Would he try to come find me if I didn't show up...I could only pray he did. I cursed at myself in my head, I had to be defensive and think Wayne was lying to me...if I hadn't left I wouldn't be here.
I was dropped to the ground as Lyle went searching in his pocket for his key.
I tried to crawl away slowly so he wouldn't notice, and almost screamed in pain as he slammed his foot down onto my ankle.
I bit my lip till it bled, but no scream escaped my lips.
And to his word, the minute I was dragged inside, I was thrown down the stairs into the basement and I hit every stair on the way down. I groaned quietly and tried to sit up but my right wrist throbbed and my arm gave out.
Perfect, he may have broken my wrist and there was nothing I could do. He grabbed me by the back of the dress Wayne gave me and threw me to my little dark corner where my chains were.
He chained my ankles so I couldn't run and I winced as my twisted ankle was being squeezed a bit by the cuff. He grabbed my right arm and pulled on my wrist, I had to bite my lip to keep from crying in pain, and shackled it.
I just dangled there and it did not feel good. Any other time if just would have hurt a little. But my right wrist might have been broken and now I was dangling by it.
The pain was so excruciating that I sobbed a little. Lyle stopped fiddling with the lock and looked at me.
"Whiny little brat." he growled out and continued with the shackle.
Than he yanked my other arm and shackled the other wrist. I closed my eyes and lowered my head. I knew what was coming next, I just didn't know how.
I found out a second later.
His fist slammed into my gut and it felt like my guts had been pulverized. I groaned and coughed up some bile that had risen with the punch. The next punch was aimed at my jaw. I spit up blood from that one.
Punch after punch he just kept going...till finally I just didn't feel it anymore. The pain was so bad that I had just gone numb.
I may have blacked out every now and then, but the beating just continued.
Finally he stopped, I don't know how long he had been beating me, but it really felt like a long time. He finally went upstairs and after a minute the hum of electricity being generated could be heard in the room.
The floor was once again electrified, the stairs were rigged, and the door was probably jammed once again.
So let's recap on my injuries shall we. From the feeling, I had a twisted ankle, a possibly broken wrist, possible failed organs, possible broken rib or two, my jaw might be dislocated, my left eye was swollen shut, my nose (luckily not broken) was very bloody and the blood dripped down to the floor, a busted lip, and a large gash in my hairline. Not to mention all the bruises.
Tears ran down my face once again in heavy flows. I hurt, that's all I could think was that I hurt so much that I was numb. He had been worse, but that wasn't saying much since he was always awful. I sat there and finally a thought occurred to me. If he was doing this to me, his own daughter, what must he be doing to the inmates of Arkham?
'I'm sorry to say but your father is being evaluated because of his methods on the job.'
More tears welled up in my eyes as I thought of all the mentally sick people most likely getting the same kinds of beatings from Lyle and his goons, if not worse.
'Why?' I thought sadly
'Why does he have to do this to me, to other people...why did mom have to marry him, why does he keep me around if I'm nothing but a burden to him?' my lip quivered as I thought of all the times he just sat in front of me and abused me, not just physically but mentally as well. He made me question if I could trust people, I was paranoid, and sometimes I was suicidal. And the worst was he would just sit there and criticize me. Talk about how no one but him cared. How my mother didn't love me and that's why she left. How she took everything that was hers except me, because she didn't want such a useless person in her life.
I sat there for hours, just crying. Till finally, through all the pain, I fell asleep.
The next morning I was awoken by the door to upstairs opening with a creak of the hinges. My head quickly shot up to look at who it was. Lyle walked down and unchained me so quickly that my weak body just fell, and my bruised cheek hit the floor. I whimpered and he pulled me up by the back of my dress.
"I want you cleaned up, and ready to leave, cover up everything you can. GOT IT!" he yelled, the spacious room making his voice louder. I nodded quickly and almost ran past him, up the stairs and into my room. No way was I going to make him any angrier than he probably was.
The end of chapter 2 TBC
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