Together Forever

Part 26

⚠️ Mature content as well as abusive content. Please skip cursive script.

I walk down the hallway following where the screaming is coming from.

Tears stream down my cheeks and my heart pound relentless in my chest. Fear has taken over every single inch of my body.

I force one foot in front of the other, my small pink flip flops doesn't make any sounds as I get closer to the end of the hallway.

"You fucking slut!"

I jump in the spot when I hear a very angry voice yelling but then I keep on walking.

I stand in front of the door looking up at it. This is the room of terror, I've never been inside but there has been few times I got dragged by the hair to right this spot then he'll only smack me where he gets a space no matter over my head or body.

Someone is screaming a lot worse today than any other day. It's a woman but I never see anybody come in or out of this room. They always did it in a secret.

There is a lot of loud notices as well. It sounds like something is getting thrown around and then loud THUD sounds comes with screaming flowing shortly after.

My little body is busy shaking from head to toe.

I lift my small hand to open the door but regret it the second I see what's going on.

It's my mummy who's screaming and daddy is the one hurting her.

She's naked and lays face down with the top half of her body on a table but her legs reaches the floor.

Her hands are tightly wrapped together behind her back with a rope.

My father stands behind her making fast movements making her whole body shake as well.

He grabs her hair with one hand and pulls hard. My mommy shouts again then he slaps her butt with his other hand.

Her face is red and tears are mixed with blood that drips from her mouth and nose. Her one eye is also black and puffy.

"Daddy!"

Both their eyes meets mine. My mother has terror all over her face and my dad just stand ther staring at me.

He pulls his pants on and grab my mother by the hair throwing her into the bookshelves.

She let's a horrible scream out and I run toward her.

"Mummy! Mummy!"

Just as my little body hugs my mother my hair got pulled backwards making me fall backwards.

"Get out!" My father yelled at me.

"No! Mummy!"

I scream holding my hands out to my mother and she cries more.

My father grabs me by the hair dragging me toward the door and then pushes me hard so that I fall face first into the ground.

I stand up and run to the door trying to open it but it's locked now.

"Greg stop please!"

My body feels cold, my lungs hurt and it feels as if I'm being suffocated.

"Kate! Kate!" I hear Peter's voice.

My whole body has gone numb and I felt far, far away from here.

My eyes open and I see a bunch of people in my face.

To my right I see Peter being held by two very muscular men. Sarah and another man is busy flashing a sharp light into my eyes and then the man pulls out a pipe from my mouth but a gag reflex occur as the pipe was quite deeper than I thought.

"Kate!" Peter shouts again then breaks lose from the two men.

He push everyone away from me and holds me tight. I lean into him and put my weak shaking hands around his back.

"Peter." I say trying to get his attention before he squeeze me to death.

He release me and put his head against my own.

"I thought I lost you." He says then tears start streaming his own face.

It makes me so emotional to see him like this, in this small amount of time Peter has really gotten a soft spot in my heart.

"I'm fine." I say and let my hand through his hair pulling him closer to my chest where he sobs harder.

The doctor gave us a few minutes then asked everyone to leave the room so that he can check my vitals and make sure everything is stable.

I had to pee in a cup, they put strange stick things into my mouth and Sarah came in taking some of my blood and also gave me another drip that's more convenient now that I'm awake.

They told me what's wrong with me and that I've been out for a week and a half, eleven days to be precise.

Sarah came in then handed me a glass of water with new medication I had to take.

After an hour or so Peter could come back inside. He sat beside me how I often felt him when I was in the coma. He held my hand the entire time and his eyes never left mine.

It got late and I said that I was going to sleep for a while, first Peter demanded to stay in the room for the night but to be honest, he looked like shit so I practically had to kick him out of the room so that he can go get some rest.

"Peter." I say just as he was about to close the door behind him.

"I think I'm in love with you as well."