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'No Ordinary Cinderella' – A Twilight Fanfic
By No Ordinary Cinderella
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Saffron's POV
Chapter Eleven
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He let me go, he watched me run. He didn't care, he never cared. It was just all a stupid bet, or some other game to toy with my heart.
I didn't need to be manipulated again.
I got home early, but I didn't expect for my father to be home. His face was menacing and his mouth was turned into a sneer. But there was something deep into his eyes that seemed different from all the other days he made me bleed, there was something very different, he had that same spark in his eyes as he watched Cathy die.
I always knew the end was near.
He tore at my hair as I stood there limply, as much as I wanted to struggle, I knew I wouldn't. I couldn't. The end was too near, everything would be forgotten, I wouldn't feel the pain anymore. It would be a sweet salvation.
I could feel my scalp turning red and growing irritated. My head stung lightly and he soon moved on and pinned me down.
"You fucking whore! I saw you with him today! I SAW YOU WITH HIM MYSELF! YOU WILL NOT BE ABLE TO RUN SAFFRON! YOU'LL NEVER BE ABLE TO RUN FROM ME! I will always find you, no matter what the consequence. Your time is up Saffron."
His eyes howled with rage and his voice bellowed at me to shut up as I began to whimper.
I didn't want to feel the pain, which was why I was dieing, right?
He thrust his rough hands to my neck and pushed me against the cold and hard wall.
With each tick of the clock, my face became more blue.
My lungs felt as if they were on fire.
He just squeezed harder as my hands automatically clung to his, scratching, pulling, tearing at his hands, it never worked.
I felt the air become constricted as I tried desperately to breathe. All I could gulp down was saliva.
I was trying desperately to inhale as my vision became blurry. The harder I tried, the harder it hurt.
My lungs seemed to explode as his hands held a tighter grip onto my neck.
I thrust against him frantically. I didn't know the end could be so painful.
My legs started to kick harder as I thrashed against him, I could already tell my lips were turning blue.
I tried to breathe but instead I exhaled the last bit of oxygen left in my lungs, the pain became so unbearable that I slowly faded into blackness.
The light never came.
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Authoress' Note:
I was in a rush so sorry if there was any sp.
I loved the last line.
I have an essay to write in GERMAN! ARGHH! I HATE MY GERMAN TEACHER!
Why, oh why did I choose german?! OH YEAH, BECAUSE SOMEONE SAID IT WOULD BE EASY!
ARGHH,, so I have to go.
Very short poem:
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I hope you enjoyed this chapter,
And please review.