Chapter 6
I walked down the empty corridors nothing but the sound of my feet to keep me company. It felt like everything was in slow motion, the walls slowly closing in. I felt claustrophobic. My body language had already changed as I shrunk into myself, shoulders hunched and head down; I could already feel the tension in the air. My surroundings blurred as the colours mixed together, my focus solely on the approaching building and my impending doom.
I stopped outside the office doors wiping the sweat off my palms, onto my jeans, stalling just that little bit longer. Taking a deep breath I quickly open the door before my nerves got the better of me. The warm office air blew past me, the smell of old books engulfing my senses, but even still I knew he was here, a faint tobacco, stale vomit and alcohol smell lingering close by. The office lady glanced up over her glasses spotting me standing awkwardly in the doorway.
I had a million different thoughts running through my head at once, something that seems to be becoming a hobby of mine. It all came back to 3 questions; Why is he here? What does he want? And how bad is this going to hurt?
A grunt from the other side of the room reminded me of my place and I stayed silent.
"Come here dear" Said the nice lady.
She beckoned me over and I walked towards her keeping my eyes trained on the desk in front of me.
"Now dear I need you to sign this and write down what class you were just in."
I wrote down my class details and proceeded to sign my name at the bottom. I pushed the paper towards her as a large hand clasped down on my shoulder making me flinch. The hand squeezed my shoulder tightly in warning and I made sure not to show any signs of discomfort.
"Hello Buttercup, how are you today?" Said Sir in his deep-play-nice tone only making my stomach feel even sicker then it already was.
I detested that nickname; he only uses it when he needs to come across as loving to keep up his nauseating caring father facade.
"Good Sir, how are you?" It came out confident, inside I was anything but.
"I'm fine, just another normal day for your father" He squeezed my shoulder tighter exaggerating the word father and I realised I'd called him Sir in front of company.
He kept his tight grip making me gulp and I tried hard to refrain from letting out a wine as I felt his fingers bruising my skin.
"That's good" I said with fake enthusiasm hoping he'd notice my effort and release his tight grip.
He didn't.
"Now Mr Uley sign here and then your free to go" Said the lady with a smile on her face blushing lightly as I caught her looking at him appreciatively.
Disgusting, maybe I should vomit on her.
Sir smiled back, signing it quickly not loosening his grip and handed it back to the office lady. He had a big fake smile plastered on his face in attempt to make her swoon. It worked.
"Have a nice day dear." She said to me with another warm smile and waved at my father. He gave her a wink making her blush all the more.
She has no idea.
"Come on Buttercup, let's get out of here" said sir casually leading me out of the building.
The bad feeling in my stomach had doubled, tripled and now quadrupled. I glanced back over my shoulder at the nice lady working reception. This would be my last chance to scream for help, but instead of kicking up a fuss, running inside and locking the doors I kept walking. Turning my head on the last bit of refuge I could of had. Why didn't I say anything? I couldn't. Why couldn't I? Because in the end I hated them. I'm a tainted child why would they care? If I was meant to be saved it would have happened a long time ago. If I wanted help why didn't it come all those late nights I stayed up crying, with fear of my life? Why didn't it come when I needed it? Someone to stop the pain, the beatings...but no one ever came, no one stopped the beatings. No one helped me. No one came to my rescue.
I never got a fairytale knight in shining armour like in all the books I read as a child. No one rescued me then, so why would they now. Everyone is so stuck in their own world they don't open there eyes to the world around them. People see what they want to see. People are selfish, they don't want to know and they don't truly care. No one wants to know about the bad things. What about all those times I've been to the hospital for falling down the stairs? You think someone would get suspicious, but no, no one asks questions or bats an eyelid.
Ignorance is bliss.
And so in the end I don't want their help, I turn my back on them as they have on me. If I want to survive there is only one person I can truly rely on and that is myself. I managed so far so why not now. Sir pushed me hard into the side of the beat up red Ute.
"Get in." He grunts with demand.
I hissed quietly to myself as I pulled away from the metal and rubbed my wrist where it had jammed awkwardly. Without giving myself too much time I open the door and got into the old vehicle.
Just like my 'father' the car smelt of stale beer and cigarettes, it was suffocating. I was only glad when sir decided to open his window, mumbling something about breathing in the same air. The floor was covered in trash and the seats were a bit worse for wear but sir didn't even blink an eye. Living in his own filth isn't new to him. I sat there quietly fiddling with my fingers, cowering as far as I could into the door; wondering if I should jump out now and get this over with. But offcourse those thoughts were quickly smothered when I remembered my little brother at day-care playing happily with his friends.
I glanced out of the corner of my eye and noticed Sir's tense state. His knuckles were white from griping the steering wheel and I could practically feel his animosity. The silence scared me more than the yelling. It was like waiting for a volcano to blow. You can't tell when it's going to happen or how bad it is going to be. Will you suffocate in the thick black ash or burn from the smouldering lava? Either way it surly isn't anything to look forward to.
My 'father' like most Native Americans has his russet skin and black hair. He looks quite young for his age and has a set of deep brown eyes that are practically black. He usually wears dirty torn jeans and plain shirts. There's nothing eye catching about him yet woman seem to love his rugged look. Little do they know it reflex's his nature. He is pretty tall, a good 6ft 2, making me seem even more insignificant in his reflection. I don't really have many of his traits. I know I have his birth mark which is right above his belt line as is mine. It's not big, about the same size as a 20c coin in the shape of a strawberry. Its tone is tanned compared to my normal white complexion were as Sir's is white to his brown.
Sometimes I wish it was never there so I could pretend I was never born from such a man but other times I'm glad it's there to prove to me that I really am of blood. I'm his, so he has an obligation to love me...or I wish. He is a horrible father but he is mine and I am his. Nothing can change that. That gives me conflicting feelings but in the end all I want to do is make him love me, yet I hate him...it really is warped.
Before I knew it the car slammed to a screeching halt in our drive way, yanking me forward against the seat belt. Sir jumped out the car and slammed his door shut with such force I thought it would fall of the hinges, making me jump and quickly scramble out after him. As I got out the car I noticed 2 things, 1-There was another car in our drive way and 2- The front door was practically hanging off its hinges. I took a shaky breath.
He is mad...
Not just mad, he is furious...
Walking slowly into the house I glanced at the door again internally cringing at its condition. The chances were slim to none that I would get of easy but I could still dream.
As I stepped fully into the fresh hold a hand gripped the back of my head with so much force I let out a whimpered cry before feeling my whole body be pushed to the ground. I smacked into the floor face first .Pain shot straight up my face and into the back of my skull as it throbbed intensely. I opened my eyes, everything was blurry and I could feel the blood pooling into my mouth as it flows from my nose. Not even giving me time to adjust to the pain level I was lifted up by my collar and the back of my shirt. I could feel the air choking out of my lungs as my whole body weight pushed against the material limply. The air rushed back into my lungs for a split second only to be knocked out of me again as I hit the wall. My body slammed into the wall sideways and slid down with a thud to the ground.
My whole side was in pain as I attempt to sit up gasping for air. It came out as a gargled cry as Sir's foot collided into my stomach leaving me wheezing on the floor gagging on my own blood. My whole body ached and begged for unconsciousness. I could feel my eyes drooping as my brain pounded into my skull.
"Don't even think about it!"Spat Sir furiously, his voice breaking through the turmoil.
He fisted the collar of my shirt and heaved me of the ground banging me up against the wall. My eyes burned and ached as I forced them open. I was looking directly into his eyes. My whole body shivered in fear at the intensity of his stare. I could see all the disappointment and disgust as he looked back into mine.
There was no love, no pity, no sign of relenting, only pure hatred.
In that moment I knew.
In that moment I realised, I wasn't coming back from this the same person. He has looked at me with such emotions before but it's different. I could feel it in my bones, under the aching pain of my muscles, I could feel it. This was it.
"I TOLD YOU!"He said punching his fist into the wall beside my head.
Some splintered wooden bored flicked into my eyes making me squirm against his hold.
"LOOK AT ME!"He yelled, smacking me up against the wall again leaving an imprint of my head in the surface.
I felt the familiar warm liquid creep down the back of my head adding a sting to the continuous throb. I gripped his hand holding me up trying to give myself air to breath. I lifted my gaze to his face as it distorted before focusing again. I felt like I had a bag of sand on my head as it lolled around not being able to keep it up right.
"I SAID TO NEVER, EVER GO IN MY ROOM, YOU HEAR ME!"He growled.
"I-I.. .w-en-"I rasped out.
"DON'T YOU LIE TO ME!"Sir screamed cutting me of throwing me to the ground.
I landed with a bang as the furniture around me rattled. I groaned curling into myself hoping for some form of shielding.
"You not only went into my room, you went through my things." He hissed into my ear.
I looked up at him towering over me. How did he know? I couldn't think what to say. It was true, I did. Not on purpose but I'm not willing to bring Aiden into this.
"I-I'm sorry" Was all I could say.
"Sorry" He scoffed.
"Don't fucking lie to me Bitch!"
He pulled something from his pocket and shoved it in my face. I leaned my head back to see what it was.
"Is this what you were looking for? a fucking picture!"
There was a beautiful lady on a swing, her smile was so warm so bright, for a moment I forgot my own misery. Her beautiful blonde hair blew in the wind as her ocean blue eyes so much like my own shone. A sense of familiarity washed over me like recalling a memory but I didn't get enough time to pick why as the image was ripped from my sight.
"What else did you see ,huh!"He said getting up in my face.
"Nothing, I saw nothing" I said in an eerie calm voice.
Something strange started to wash over me, like a stream of cold water slowly engulfing me head to toe. All of a sudden I couldn't hear anything but muffled noise, it was like I had my whole body underwater and the cool water was flowing into my skin and muscles soothing the aches and pains. I could see Sir talking but couldn't hear anything and for the first time in my life, I had a moment of bliss, like peacefully floating on my back down a river in summer, just watching the world go by without a care in the world. It was amazing. The moment was interrupted when I felt to lines of pain shoot down my back. It wasn't unpleasant pain, but unusual, I had the sudden urge to stretch. I must have done something odd because I was pulled back into reality by a loud crack, like a whip. I looked up at Sir but didn't see a whip or source of the noise but ignored it as there was a good chance I was delusional. I didn't even know if I was still conscious at this point or just dreaming.
Sir starred at me in shock, then understanding, then anger again.
"Bitch" He yelled as he grabbed me again pulling me along by my jumper.
"Already your mothers fucking daughter now are we."He said glaring into my face.
I just scowled at him. I didn't even know my own mother but for some reason I felt like there was something scratching in my mind to get out at the thought of her.
"Just cause you look like her doesn't mean you're anything like her."
"What happened to her?"I asked accusingly for the first time in years.
I don't know what it was but for some reason Sir looked taken back by my question. I felt somewhat confused myself. I don't even know where that spout of bravery came from. It was almost like somewhere, a part of me was yearning to speak up, break free, but from what?
"What did you just say?" Sir asked in disbelief.
"I said, what happened to her dipshit!" I cocked my head to the side giving him a glare of my own.
I didn't even register thinking before I said that. Where did that come from? I frowned at myself. It was almost like it wasn't me speaking. It just came out, yet at the same time that was exactly what I wanted to say but fear got in the way. Sir just looked at me obviously taking in my frown before letting out a loud laugh.
"What a time to let out some of your fucking blood line child"
I looked at him confused. Blood line?
"Not that you deserve my blood running through your veins." He said in a cold voice.
I ran my tongue over my teeth before spitting blood all over Sir's face.
"How's that for my blood" I said with an just as cold voice.
I felt confident. I felt strong and most of all, I felt unbeatable. The aches were gone, only numbness remained. It was almost like I was on drugs, the adrenaline running through me fool force. I looked down at myself in wonder, flexing and un-flexing my hands. I don't know what is happening but it felt like nothing I have felt before. But as fast as it started it began to fade. Draining out of me and bringing the pain back full force. My shoulders blades still held a light stinging burn.
I dropped to the floor and gasped as I held myself letting out an distressing groan. My emotions returned to normal as did my rationality. What have I done? Dread filled me. I looked up at Sir who was already standing over me fuming. I didn't get time to process anything as I was lifted up again. This time though I caught my footing and tried pulling myself away. Sir was leading me past the couch and towards the old glass stained coffee table in the middle of the room. My eyes widened in shock as I realised what he was about to do and in a last haste attempt I struck him where it hurts with as much force as I could muster.
'If you're desperate you can always really on one thing, Kick them were it hurts' Said Daniel smiling down at me. He winked at me ' let's not test that one out on your poor uncle though okay' he said with a laugh covering his groin.
Sir let go of me so fast I stumbled. He bent over holding himself as he let out a chesty groan. I turned around to run but was stopped when a pair of arms wrapped around my body holding me still defiantly. The arms pressed against my bruised and beaten body leaving me grunting in pain as I tried to find my last bouts of energy to get free.
"Well looky what we have here, why haven't you grown" Came a southern drawl.
Authors note:
Well, well, well...It's only been about 2 years sinse I last updated.
I don't even remeber what led me astray from this story anymore but I got a review the other night and I re-read my story only to think I really need to work on my grammar and spelling haha(
So I have decided to fix it up and continue it. It would take to long to re-write so I'll just keep what I have and patch it up hear and there.
One of my friends has been lovely and said yes to being my beta and going over it for me. Hopefully this keeps me on task and I can have someone to help me keep the my muse alive.
I do still remember where I wanted this to go and such so hopefully its not to hard to do =]
This Chapter has actually been sitting on my computer for the last 2 years so I decided to go over it and put it up before I work on the next one.
So sorry for the really late update but I hope you like it.
Don't forget Read and Review, they always kept me inspired before =]
Until Next time Kaiottic-Rawr
