Chapter 7: Nightmares vs Reality
After Dr. Stein came back and cleaned her arms, Maka decided to get some sleep. She just hoped she didn't sleep for too long. She layed down and closed her eyes and fell asleep instantly.
The next time she opened her eyes, she was outside and it was late at night. She whirled around, hoping it wasn't this dream again. It was.
Her father was walking towards her, grinning wickedly. "Maka-chan, why don't you help papa home?" She shook her head and backed away, only to back into a wall. They were suddenly in Soul's place. Her father cornered her and whispered to her about punishing her. Then, he pulled his face back and it was no longer Spirit looking at her with lustfilled eyes. It was Stein. "Maka, why do you look so surprised? Didn't you see how you hurt me earlier today by getting so close to Soul? I'll get you back for that." She tried to scream, but he had his lips over hers in an instant. A tear fell down her cheek, and she started sobbing as his hands roamed around her body. She tried to wake herself up but couldn't. Then her father was there next to Stein too, whispering, "Foolish little girl. You should know not to trust any guys by now. We're all the same, aren't we?"
She cried even more, trying to get away, but to no avail. Finally she woke up in her bed, screaming her lungs out. She couldn't take it anymore. She hated these dreams. She didn't really like being awake either. Soul and Stein came into her room then, asking if she was ok. She lied and said she felt fine, but she just wanted them to leave. Or maybe she should leave. She decided to pack a bag and leave about an hour later, when she could hear Stein snoring. She took her razor, a couple books, a pocketknife, money, and some changes of clothes. She didn't leave a note, just opened her door and left.
Finally doing the right thing huh? They're better off without you. You're just a burden to them anyway. She felt a tear fall as her demons started torturing her. She made it to the front door and slipped out silently. As she turned around, she wondered where she should go. She made it to the center of Death City as the rays of the morning sun started appearing. She hoped no one from school would see her, and that neither of the guys at home would come after her. She didn't want to be around them anymore. She kept walking straight not paying attention to where exactly she was going. Then she heard someone yell her name. She looked over her shoulder, and became a deer in the headlights. It was Spirit. And he was running towards her. She tried to run but she couldn't move.
"What are you doing out this early, Maka-chan? And why do you have a bag with you?"
She couldn't answer him, just felt her knees give out and tears streamed down her cheek as she tried to scoot away from him. He frowned, and walked closer to her. "S-Stay a-away from m-me!" she screamed at him. He walked closer. Suddenly they were in the alleyway. He grabbed her arm and made her stand up. "What's wrong Maka-chan?" he asked sarcastically. Her eyes widened as she realized he knew what he had done to her and didn't give a rat's ass that he traumatized his daughter so badly. He forced her against the wall and said, "You didn't tell anyone about our special night, did you?" Special night? How sick are you? How was that special? He pressed against her when she didn't answer and she gasped, shaking her head and hoping he wouldn't rape her again. She wouldn't be able to survive a second time going through that. She'd rather die.
"Good. Now where were you going?"
"I-I don't know." She whispered. He laughed and said, "I think you were going to come back and live with papa." She squeezed her eyes shut, hoping that she hadn't heard right. But she had. "Now Maka daring, no one is going to know where you are except me. Can't have you getting away like your mother did, now can we?" He pulled her by the arm through the backstreets leading to his house. He closed the door quickly and pulled her to his bedroom. He grabbed a pair of handcuffs so she couldn't get out and gagged her so she couldn't scream.
He grabbed her back to make sure there wasn't a cellphone or anything that could be tracked. He stuffed the money in his pockets and smirked when he saw the razor. "My daughter cuts, huh? Haha figures." He strode over to her and pulled the shorts that she was wearing down to see her legs. He traced over the scabs roughly and grinned. He had the razor hidden in one of his hands. "Maybe I'll hurt you so you don't have to." And with that, he put the razor on her leg, pressed down, and drug it across her leg. She tried to move but he was pining her legs down. "What's the matter Maka? Don't like it when someone else does it?" He laughed tried to focus on the blood coming out of her leg. Her eyes widened. He had cut too deep. Blood was pouring out of her wound and he went over the old ones, making them bleed too. She started to feel dizzy. Was he trying to kill her? Or did he just push down harder that he thought? Would he take her to the hospital or let her bleed to death?
Sorry I know I haven't updated in a while. I will try updating on Tuesdays or Thursdays once a week, but no promises. Anyway read and review!
