But his eyes. His eyes sent shivers down my spine, they were sadist, mocking me.
You know how in fairy tales there's always a monster? His worse far worse than the villain who poisoned snow white, or locked Cinderella up.
He haunted my dreams, chas...
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"the ghost of my past still hunts my present, promising to hunt my future to, I walked through these shallow halls, and everywhere I look a memory presents itself. Good or bad. I can not look away, for its darkness is mesmerising."
Valerie Hernandez,
I took a deep breath. Staring at the dragon crest that was embedded in the metal gate. Rust now coats the once golden gate. It was closed off by a small weak looking chain.
I take another deep breath.
There air was colder here, I looked up at the darkening clouds. Its as if the universe herself knows of the horrors that happened in this house. I pushed the gates opening the chain breaking. The gates screamed as they were pushed apart, I walked down the small pathway that used to be lit up by lights. I finally stopped at the steps, three steps above stood the front door to my childhood mansion or castle I should really say.
I slowly walked up the steps, placing my hand on the cold double doors. I inhaled deeply shivering, I pushed the doors open as I exhaled softly.
The silence in this house was deafening. I stood frozen to my spot. My eyes scanning over the dusted lounge area, the staircase to go up was right in front of me, to the left it would have been his office.
It felt like forever had passed when I finally walked into the house, I walked towards where papa's office once was, the door felt cold, and the engravings had been filled with dust every bit of the furniter was covered in a white sheet.
I pushed the door open and it felt like I had opened the door to the past.
"Quien te dejo entrar aqui?! No eres hija mia!" He grabbed my shoulders tightly, the smaller version of me I watched the life in her eyes die down she knew its going to be bruised later on.
"Sal, puta!" He screamed in my face, as he backhanded me making me fall to my knees. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and dragged me by it to the lobby throwing me to the ground. I knew better then to cry, because it was going to get worse for me.
Mama had looked at me from the living room, raised her brow then scoffed.
"Eres tan patetica!" She said mentioning for the servant to slam the door shut.
I had hid in my room that day behind the cloths in my closet. I stared at the empty seat of my dead fathers office, as I watched another memory unfold in front of my tearful eyes.
"Ven aca." I knew then to never disobey my father, I walked to him a friend of his in the office.
"Say hello to Mr Monreo." My father whispered in my ear setting me on his lap.
"Wow she has hair like fire, certainly going to make a good wife in the future." Mr Monreo had creased my hair, which disgusted me. I was six. I should have known the way he looked at me was wrong. The way he creased my hair was different to admiration. It was lust.
