*AUTHOR'S NOTE* I wanted to explain why I've missed two days. Basically my brother is in the army and I NEVER get to see him. Anyhow he came home on a surprise visit for me and was staying for two days. I spent all my time with him because it is rare for me to see him from the army and two days in the longest he has been able to stay in years. So yeah, I hope you guys can understand why I took an unexpected break! Anyhow, let's proceed. PS- This is quite a disturbing chapter, definitely an M.

Chapter 23.

*KATIE'S POINT OF VIEW*

-An hour before Toby found her unconscious-

"Hello Kimberley" he said in a dark husky voice.

And as soon as he spoke I fell on to my knees on the floor in shock.

"Or should I say Katie?" Terry sneered; spitting on my face. With trembling fingers I slowly wiped the saliva off of my face and rubbed it on my now tear stained shirt.

"H-H-How did you...find me?" I stuttered out. I was trying to keep him talking so I could try and think of an idea to ring for the Police or Toby. I figured I should try to begin to stand up so I had a better chance of escaping but my jelly-like legs just couldn't hold my weight right now.

Terry stepped closer to me grinning evilly to himself. "Well that's not a very nice welcome to your Daddy now is it? Perhaps this one will be better". On that note he crouched down and grabbed my face in between his rough hands planting a sloppy kiss on my lips before I had a chance to react.

Eventually he pulled away and towered over my extremely shaking body once more. "But if you must know I've had someone keeping track of you since the day you sentenced me to that shit hole of a prison. Remember Steve?"

I nodded slowly in response. Back when I was stuck in the hands of Terry he regularly had Steve over. I later realised that Terry was providing drugs for him on a weekly basis. He was an overweight man with his arms covered inch by inch with tattoos. He always sneered at me with gaps where teeth were missing which always made me shudder at the sight.

"Let's just say he owed me a little favour" Terry continued. "So who is this boyfriend of yours? I would sure like to meet him. I never gave you permission to date...Perhaps this guy needs to be taught a lesson..."

"DON'T HURT TOBY!" I suddenly yelped in a high voice. I had never been able to talk like that to Terry before in my life and I knew I was going to pay for it. I just couldn't bear the thought of something dreadful happening to Toby all because of my selfish wants and needs.

In reaction to my outburst Terry slapped me hard across my right cheek leaving a horrible red mark across my face. At the strength of his hand I fell on to my side on the floor and burst in to hysterical tears.

"Ooh, so Toby is his name then is it? Thanks for the extra information!" Terry sneered laughing. "But right now at this moment all I am concentrated on is the little daughter of mine. The so called daughter of mine that was DISLOYAL TO ME and GRASSED ME UP!"

Soon I was hyperventilating and any plan on how to escape was immediately gone from my head. On shaky hands I pulled myself up on all fours and crawled to the sofa so I could lean against it. I held my head in between my hands and tried to control my breathing before I passed out.

Terry walked over to my new position and crouched down so he was practically touching me. He grabbed my hair and yanked my head up so I had to face him. I knew he would be finding my tear drenched face and my vulnerability so amusing right now as if this were a sick joke.

"You. Are. Going. To. Pay" Terry informed me leaving a long gap in between each word to make sure I understood perfectly. And unfortunately, that I did.

Before I knew what was happening Terry had a tight grip on my hair again and was dragging me along to the kitchen. "NO! PLEASE!" I screamed but my cries went ignored. He now had me on the kitchen floor with uncontrollable sobs escaping my body.

Terry turned towards the knife holder and pulled out the sharpest one there. He twisted it around torturingly in his hand admiring the way the kitchen light reflected off of its shiny surface.

"You seemed to have forgotten who you really are Kimberley. You're a Morgan- Just like your dear father!" Terry stated crouching by my feet with the knife still in his possession.

"No I'm not!" I screamed "I'm not your family and never will be! I'm not like you!" I was now gasping for air.

Terry suddenly straddled me on my hips and pulled up my shirt exposing my bare pale skin. "Well perhaps you need reminding sweetheart"

I went to scream for absolutely anybody to come and save me but before I had the chance Terry had his sweaty free hand clamped over my mouth to stifle my begging. Then the most unbearable pain soared through my body.

I had been in to self harm before but it was never near as deep as this. And the thought of these cuts not being self inflicted made it ten times worse.

I couldn't tell what Terry was doing but he was carving something deeply in to my skin one by one, letter by letter. I screamed and screamed in to his hand but it was useless. My vision blurred with waterfalls and I was mentally begging for someone to come and help me.

After what felt like centuries Terry had finished cutting and threw the stained red knife to the living room so I had no way of trying to grab it. He used this hand to grab me by the back of my head and pull me up. He yanked me to the big mirror on one wall of the kitchen which was framed in a colourful mosaic pattern. He held me so I could view my stomach and what was carved in to it whilst he still had a firm hold of me.

And there in dripping red letters on my stomach was the name: Kimberley Morgan.

"This is who you are" Terry whispered in to my ear.

I couldn't take it anymore. Without having much time to think about it I kicked my foot back so it hit Terry square in the groin and he instinctively let go of me to bend forward and clutch himself in agony. I took this opportunity to start screaming for help and make my way to the back door.

"HELP ME!" I screamed. I grabbed the doorknob of the back door in the kitchen to open it. I succeeded in opening it but never made it out.

Terry had now regained hold of me and threw me backwards so my head hit the kitchen table with a great force. I fell to the floor.

"YOU STUPID LITTLE GIRL!" Terry screamed at me kicking me in the side.

But then he gasped at me seeing something I couldn't. Without hesitation he flung himself out the back door not bothering to shut it behind him.

And that's when I felt it. A warm substance forming underneath my head.

It was my blood.

As soon as I acknowledged I was suffering a terrifying head wound the pain suddenly hit me full force and I tried to cry out in agony. But I found I couldn't.

Instead I felt myself being pulled in to pure darkness. "Toby..." I managed to whisper.

And then everything went black.

And I felt my soul fly freely out of my body.