haunted || l.h.

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possible trigger warning for this chapter, please skip if you are sensitive to abuse.

Paisley's POV*

"You think you can get away from me you bitch? You pulled some risky shit by leaving this house you hear me? You will never see the light of day and you will never see anyone ever again. You disgusting piece of shit!" My dad yelled as he shoved me through the door of our house.

  The car ride was dangerously quiet which made me more and more anxious. He lied again. He lied and made Luke look like the bad guy. How could they not see that he was lying and that Luke was telling the truth? The tears had been streaming down my face ever since they forced Luke to let go of me. They took me from my home, my sense of comfort and safety.

"I'm going to teach you a lesson. I thought we've been through this Paisley but clearly you never learn." He said and began relentlessly hitting me as I flinched and cried on the floor of the living room.

  He hit me so much that I thought I might die. My head was pounding because of the amount of times he hit it on the hardwood floor. I heard my ribs cracked as he kicked me as hard as a football kicker would kick the ball into the goal post.

  My arms and legs already had bruises on them and were aching from the amount of times he hit me or had to restrain me from fighting. I had bruises everywhere. My face, arms, legs, torso, everywhere you can think of.

"Everyday is going to be a new lesson for you. Come on we have to go so they don't find you." He said and dragged my aching and lifeless body out of the house and into the back of his car. I didn't know where he was taking me, and at this point I didn't care. They'd never find me now that he was taking me somewhere else. I'm practically a dead woman by now.

  The car ride was dead silent other than the loud sound of my heart pounding against my broken ribs. I don't know where we were or how long we've been driving for but it's felt like forever. I wanted Luke, I needed Luke. I thought about him the whole time and how much I needed him here with me, or how much I needed to be with him.

"Get in there!" He yelled and threw me through the door of the hidden house in the woods.

"You will not leave this room you hear me?" He said and brought me into an empty room and tied me to a pole he had left near the wall.

  He slammed me against the wall as if he was telling me to stay put. Not like I could leave anyway so I don't know why he bothered.

  I sat in the empty, dark, and cold room crying and thinking about Luke. I miss him and I need him. I need him more than anything right now but he'll never find me. I'm going to be stuck here forever, or at least until he finally kills me.

  He was either going to kill me or I was going to kill myself. I can't live like this, this isn't living. Luke taught me was living was and this is so far from it. I can't stay here with this monster. I don't know what he'll do to me and that was the scariest part.