Axel's Girl

Chapter 39

Irina's PoV

I stood outside of the door listening to the screams of my younger sister as she suffered through the torture our father is bestowing upon her.

I tightened my grip on the door and closed my eyes, not being able to bear listening to her in so much pain.

She doesn't deserve this.  She doesn't deserve any of this.

"Irina."
I straightened up and turned to the left.

Fyodor stood there analysing my body. We both stayed silent.

He was the only one that I truly hated. The only person that my urge to kill is stronger than my urge to protect my children.

Everything he does is evil and for my father's pleasure.

"What do you want, Fyodor?"
He smirked and tilted his head to the left.

"You're not going soft are you? Father won't like that?"

I pointed my finger in his face and he backed up.
"Soft? Soft? On that little bitch. She killed my mother. Anastasia deserves everything that comes her way and much more so don't ever say that I'm ever going soft on her. I'll make her pay for what she's done to me."

Those false words escaped my mouth like poison. How I wished to say the opposite?

"Really? You say all this shit but what have you done to her? Nothing."

I pulled back and stared at him.
"You all may attack her physically but she's used to that. I attack her mentally. That's the worst kind of torture a girl like her can go through. So don't say I haven't done anything to her because I have."

I walked past him pushing his shoulder on the way.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and held myself from looking back at Fyodor.

I'm sorry Anastasia. I truly am sorry but you'll be safe soon.

I opened up the door to Jake's room and he lifted his head up.

I walked up to him and stood directly in front of him. We just stared at each other again.

He knew I wasn't going to do anything to him.

"Hello there Irina."

I sneered at his overly-friendly voice knowing there were cameras in here.
"Shut the fuck up."

I used my eyes to tell him about the cameras and he smirked.
"Why so hostile? Has daddy finally turned on you as well?"

My body went stiff even if I knew his accusation wasn't meaningful.

But it didn't mean it couldn't be true. He'll turn on me soon.

"You got some balls seeing as you're the one strapped to a chair and I'm the one walking around freely."

He smirked and tapped his index finger three times and I looked down at it. He hasn't done that before.

He did it again and realisation dawned on me.

Smart motherfucker.

I made sure to memorise the rhythm of his tapping while continuing to look like I was glaring at him.

Once he was down, I stayed a little longer before saying one last thing.
"You won't make it out of here alive. I can assure you of that. And then we'll see which one us is smirking."

I turned around and walked out of the room.

Looking both left and right, I sprinted to find a piece of paper and wrote down his tapping.