~Chapter 6: Punishment~

When I awoke my head was killing me. I found out that I was thrown on my bed. It was the next day and once again I was an hour and a half late for school.

I crawled out of bed and hopped in the shower. After I was done with everything, I seen that I had a large bruise under my right eye. I used some makeup to cover it up.

As I got dressed and did my hair, my door was busted open. In stromed John with a liquor bottle in his hand. He was swaying and mumbling inaudible words.

He tried to swing at me and I ducked and ran for it. I made downstairs finally as I ran into the kitchen to grab something to eat.

I didn't notice John was standing behind me as I swiped a bag of cheez-its from the cabnit. I was suddenly hit in the head with the bottle and it was smashed to pieces on the floor.

I thought I felt warm liquid making its way down the side of my face. I quickly turned to leave but he put his hands around my throat.

"What have I told you about eating here?" He said in a drunken slur.

I tried to pry his hands off of me. "What..are you talking about? That's my side of the cabinent." I chocked out.

"LIAR!" He slammed me onto the kitchen floor and I gagged. He finally let go of me and I scrambled to get out from under him.

He kicked me in my back and in result I feel to the floor. He picked me up by the shoulders and he squeezed so hard his nails tore through my jacket and into my skin. "John, let go! You're hurting me!" I cried.

He looked angered at what I said. "HURTING YOU? I'LL SHOW YOU WHAT REALLY HURTING YOU IS!" He screamed at me.

I kicked him in his face and ran to find someone in the house. I found no one, its only John and I here. I have to leave.

As I made my way to the front door to escape I could swore I felt John's breathe on my neck. It smelled strongly of alcohol. He turned me around and forcefully kissed me.

I got out of his grip and smacked him so hard, his head spun. "WHat the hell are you doing pervert!" I yelled as I ran for the door again.

John got there before me and he instantly pounced on me. He dragged me to his and Kathryn's master bed room and threw me on the bed. I jumped off as he closed and locked the door.

"John. you're drunk! Leave me alone!" I screamed as picked up a little black shovel that was infront of their fireplace. I took a denfence stance.

"I'm fine Krystal. I seen the way you look at me. And I felt the attraction instantly. I'll have both you and your mom." His smile was insane and evil and he closed in on me.

"EWWWW! No way in hell!" I was completely disgusted! Another thought occured to me. "What happened to my real mom and little sis? If you hurt them, I'll-"

He stopped a few feet infront of me and said, "After you blacked out, I took care of them but they got away. In short, they are still alive at least for now..."

He ran at me catching me off guard for a second and he slammed me against the wall. A few pictures fell off and broke.

I used the little shovel and kept hitting him as hard as I could, but he swiped it from me and threw it on the ground. I brought my hands up and shoved them in his eyes temporaily blinding him.

As soon as I got behind him, he kicked my legs out from under me and I fell but caught my self. He was sitting on my back, and I could barely breathe.

"I got something for you." He dug in his drawer that was right next to us and pulled out a 9mm handgun and put it at the side of my head. "If you do what I say, you won't die."

I froze and stuggled to think of what to say. At first I thought who would miss me anyway? I'm a loser, but I remembered that mom and Melanie were still out there. At least I had them, I hoped.

"I ASKED YOU A QUESTION!" He roard. He smirk as he got off me, picked me up and forced me down on the bed. He held down my kicking and punching body with his legs as he undid his pants and slid off his boxers.

Red flags hit me like a brick wall. "John please no!" I started to cry, I didn't want this!

He shot the gun at me and I quickly closed my eyes bracing my self. The bullet didn't hit me, it went just passed my ear grazing it a little.

I kicked and tried to punch my way out of his strong hold but he smacked me with the side of the gun a few times. I screamed as he tore off my skirt and underwear.

He covered my mouth with his hands and I bit one of his fingers so hard that it nearly came off. "You BITCH!" He smacked me again and I kept on screaming. I hoped someone, anyone would hear me.

One of my kicks had thrown his handgun to the ground somewhere. But his hold on me was powerful. There was no way he was gonna let me out of this. I had no way out, and I was screwed. He covered my mouth with his hand and he leaned down and wispered into my left ear.

"Welcome to your punishment." He said in a cold voice. His eyes held nothing but lust and desire and mine held fear and shock. As much as I tried to get him off me, nothing worked.

As I my muffled screams echocoed the mansion walls, my innocence, the only real thing I had left, was robbed.

A few hours later...

I had finally gotten out of that horrible room. My uniform was torn to sherds, all I had was my pure white but now blood stained bra and underwear. Even that was torn up.

Hot tears streamed down my cheeks for hour after hour. When I awoke back their in the their bed. The sheets were stained with blood and semen. I must have passed out at some point in time, I didn't know.

John's naked body lay next to me as I slowly and silently slipped out of bed and unlocked the door. I decided that that was the last straw. I didn't care if I didn't have anywhere to go, I'm getting the hell out of here.

As I slowly climed the wooden staircase to my room in the attic I tried to wipe the tears away, but they wouldn't stop. My insides felt raw and bloody. There was blood everywhere all over me.

I could barely walk and I just wanted to die right here and now. What did I do to deserve this? I had been broken or have I? I still held onto that thought as I entered my room for the last time.

I quickly packed my only two outfits I had left. My stepsisters lit the rest of my everyday clothes on fire and I coudn't save anything. I grabbed my toothbrush and schools books as well as my backup uniforms and other items.

I made my way downstairs quietly as I kept my eyes and ears out for John. He was nowhere in sight as I went into the kitchen and grabbed a few oatmeal bars and cans of soup. I grabbed a few caprisons and some V8 juice.

I went into the garage and grabbed my old tent kit. It had everything I needed. Afterwards I left the mansion, on one note glad that I was leaving this hell behind, but on another one, I had to face hell to survive.

The thunderstorm outside fit my mood, dark and gloomy. I ran with everything I had left inside me before I could brake down.

I ran inside the park and all the way into the thick part of the forest that was next to a shallow river. I quickly set up camp and ate a fruit bar and quickly drunk a caprison. It all tasted bland.

I was lucky underneath the big oak area I was currently in was dry enough. I laid down my sleeping bag and cut on my lantern for warmth. I was soaked to the bone. I wanted to dive into the river right then and now to clean myself up. I felt very very dirty and violated.

The storm outside had me shaking with fear and I huddled my legs closer to my chest and cried even more. I don't know how long I sat there crying my eyes out. I had a mental and physical breakdown. Eventually, I finally fell asleep.