CHAPTER SIX

Thank you so very much to the miracle of medical drugs, I had fallen asleep, and to my surprise Nile had not left my side while I drifted off. I didn't want to go to sleep; scared when I woke up it would all be a dream. That when my eyes open reality would revive and to see myself back to face the world completely alone. The empty feeling that I would return to, knowing that my god had left me, for who would stay with a meek beast such as my self. I was a beast, and he was a beauty. But this was not a fairytale and never had this beast gotten a happy ending, nor did this beast think she ever would.

When I drifted back from blissful unconsciousness I was un able to open my eyes. They had not been swollen shut, nothing physically was stopping me from opening my blue eyes, but mentally there was superglue and heavy weights preventing me from opening them.

Fear that my new found friend had gone and left. My heart seemed to seize in my chest, such a draining emptiness that shook my whole being. Tears sprang eagerly to my eyes. A shameful thing for someone who simply does not accept the act of crying. It was disgusting. I should have known the god wouldn't stay with me. My imagination must have made this all up. No way in hell someone like him would be there for someone like me.

I finally opened my eyes and looked to the chair he had been sitting in the far right of the room. I felt a pang in my heart when I saw it was very much, real, and very much empty. And then pain filled my body with physically torture after I jumped from a voice close beside me. One that I had wished so desperately, to never hear again in my entire life. Or at least what little of it I had left.

"Well, little bitch, you fucking did it this time"

Looking over quickly to see my the face of not a god of course, but of a man who's aged face twisted in an ugly scowl as he glared infuriated down at me. Muscles around his left eye twitching, his face angry, grim, and ruthless.

"You fucking did it this time! So, you fucking that boy you little whore?"

My face filled with shock… Had I been hit walking home… was Nile just a beautiful dream… Or was her father actually stupid enough to believe Nile, beautiful Nile, had any relations to me other than friendship?

"Who? What?"

Daring to ask a question, confusion clearly in my face, I was sure of it. No doubt an open book at the moment. Usually I am the ice queen, able to hide my emotions. But the weariness had prevented me from caring to try and conceal my feelings.

"Who! WHO! That bleach blonde bastard of course! Angelique Oleander you know what you have done!" his voice lowered considerably "You disserve to die. You had to tell someone. Didn't you"

Fear waved threw my entire body. He was enraged; going back to our hell house would seem to be my end. A tremble was now noticeable.

"I didn't tell anyone! I swear!"

How pathetic and desperate my voice was, rising in urgency. My heart skipped a beat as he shoved his hand over my mouth.

"Save it" he started, eyes boring into mine, a promise of death seemed to beam over to me, "For someone who believes you. Your fucking dead Angelique. This time you have gone to fucking far"

I had pain twisted on my face as his fist clench painfully around my wrist closest to him. This was a man I loathed to the deepest possible place of my shattered heart; he was like a knife that each day cut the stitches holding me together. If the pain he inflicted was not physical, it was mental.

Yet I protected him, never had I said a word of his inflictions. No one asked questions usually, and having his reputation it was very rare. The fact he put images of himself away might have been my main argument to protect him, or simple love of parents.

Why did I go and take this. This moment was what he was, a ruthless monster, and an abusive father who surely never held any love for me. Being but a teenager, dieing really wasn't high on my list at this young of an age.

"I would never tell. He guessed dad, I would deny the fact with every fiber in me"

It was repulsive, the meager beggars tone in my voice, and it was despicable. Discussing myself with my actions, my words. Tears threatened. But I didn't cry. That was one thing I was refusing that son of a bitch. No tears, no sobs, though my voice cracked as I spoke, I would rather be beaten then give him the satisfaction of my tears.

He seemed to calm down, knowing I was still wrapped tightly around his little finger. His bad, clumsy daughter people felt sorry for him to have to raise alone. The one he despised and made life a living hell.

"Good. I don't have to kill you yet. I don't need any more paperwork"

With that he got up sharply and left the room. Nice to know that all you are is a regret, that your father saw you as better dead, but unnecessary paperwork.

Sucking back a sob, alone again, knowing I was at home and alone with him soon. Weeks of bed rest my ass, no way in hell was I going to remain in the house with him that long… Though a few days of sleeping would be nice and of course possible. I knew he had a big case and he would be gone most of all day for the next four days.

But as nice as it sounded for rest, and alone time, my heart felt empty. It was as if I knew I had just given up all hope. What more could I do? Perhaps run away and die alone still, just hungrier, on the street. He wouldn't care.

For the first time I felt I didn't either…