Ethereal

Pain

‼️ TW: TALK OF TORTURE, INAPPROPRIATE TOUCHING, AND TRAUMA ‼️

You're laying there, absolutely numb. Your body is covered in bruises and cuts. At this point you don't mind that you feel blood dripping off of your fingertips. If you die here at least you won't be in too much pain. Your dad is standing next to his torture box breathing heavily. He got off on watching you in pain like that. No matter how much you screamed, he didn't care.

"Dad, please!"

"I'm so sorry, I'm so so so sorry!"

"Please dont- AHHHHH!"

You look back on the feeling of his knife sliding across your bare skin, or how his ropes made your ankles and wrists burn. The bruises are from him hitting you. You look blankly as he walks back over to you.

"You understand why I had to do that, right?" He asks. You want to scoff but you know what comes from that, so you just nod.

"I'm sorry I started getting off on it. I didn't expect you to scream so much, your sister certainly didn't. All she did was yell 'Don't hurt y/n!' and 'Don't hurt Martha!'". He says. You want to kill him. You want to go absolutely crazy on him. Hopefully Trinity is okay. She's always been clever and a fighter, but you've just been through hell. If he's mad at her and your mom, you can't even imagine what she went through.

"Do you think your little boyfriend is still coming?" He asks. You think about Spencer. You've been here for almost a day. If he is coming, he sure is taking his time. You only wish that you could've told him that you love him back. That's when you thought about that strange but now familiar look he would give you, and you realize what is was.

Love.

He's loved you since the minute he met you, and you have too. That's why you absolutely had to ask him to the coffee shop. That's why kissing him in the morning just felt right. You try to stop it, but you can't help but start to cry.

"Why are you crying? Because you finally realize he's not coming?" Says your dad. You shut your eyes and clench your fists.

"You need to know I should be the only man in your life. You're mine." He says.

"No." You say weakly. You can barely talk because the pain you're feeling emotionally and physically is overwhelming. You know he'll hurt you again, but you can't let him think he has power over you. You feel his hand slap your face, leaving a stinging sensation.

"YES!" He yells. Your tears start to fall again.

"Listen to me." He says as he pushes his hand onto one your bruises. It hurts so bad. "Nobody actually cares about you, only I do. Your mom moved to California to get away from you. Trinity is still in Florida and Lincoln is in Ohio because neither of them want to be in your life. Spencer is not coming. I traveled all the way up the east coast to see you."

You continue to cry. You know he's not right, but you can't help but think about what he's saying. You were so lonely until you met Spencer. Sure, you had Cecilia but one friend isn't much of a social life. Part of you just wants to give up and let him kill you.

That's until you hear it.

"Alex y/l/n, come out with your hands up!"

You feel a waterfall of relief wash over you. You look up expecting to see your dad scared, but he looks strangely excited. He walks over to a little box on the wall. You didn't notice it before, but he presses a button and starts to talk.

"I'm not leaving my daughter in here by herself." He says calmly. It's silent for a second, until you hear the deep voice again.

"Send y/n out and maybe we can get you a deal with the justice department. But if you keep her in there, we'll have no choice but to get her ourselves."