Pain was my Pleasure

5

Serena

The feeling of exhaustion surrounded me like my whole body had been dipped into a pool of tar, pulling me down slowly. Yet again I had been knocked out, I felt somewhat ashamed that I didn't fight back or didn't help myself one bit but instead, I just riled the Italian men up more. How fucking smart of me!!!!!!

My eyes flickered open, the room I was in was dark but I could tell by the furniture that I was in my own bedroom. Doing a quick survey of my room to check for any other company, I quickly opened up my wardrobe and fished out my baseball bat. I remember when I was given this bat by my mum when I was 6 and feeling some sort of power yielding it. A small smile made its way onto my lips, I could feel my eyes spike with tears due to the memory of simpler times and the life I once had free of danger. But now.. I was 6 feet deep with it.

Shaking off the feeling to break down and cry, I made my way out of my room checking every nook and cranny holding the bat in my hands just incase I ran into some trouble. Thankfully nothing was found, no noise was made, nothing... completely the same as I left it. Walking over to the fridge to grab something to eat (not that I was hungry just because I wanted to eat my pain way) I found nothing, so I picked up the pint of ice cream, a spoon and slumped down onto the sofa, turning on The Bing Bang Theory to maybe brighten my mood and let the time pass me by. Soon enough, after about an episode or two, I was fast asleep. Too scared to be awake but petrified of the dreams that awaited me as my dreams always seemed to scare me more than reality.

A loud bang echoed around the thick walls of our mansion. I crawled out of my queen sized bed, acting on my sudden curiosity to what all the racket was about, which wasn't unusual considering i'd usually just simply ignore them or sleep through them, but tonight however I had a gut wrenching instinct that tonight's noise was something to surely investigate. Before I swung my door to my room in my face just slightly hitting my eyebrow, I slipped on my white, thick, fluffy dressing gown. Somehow it calmed me, slightly soothing my sudden mind splitting headache, caused by all the noise or my dehydration, but the gut feeling still occupied my mind.

Taking cautious steps down the mahogany staircase, that I always adored as it had a very gothic feel to it and somehow sparking feelings a pain or curiosity, I turned towards the black marble kitchen to grab a glass of water my throat was aching to have. As I finishing the glass, a scream rattled down the corridors. My mothers scream.

My back straightened, my headache pounded like a blunt rock was being banged into my head over and over again, my stomach lurched, and my shaking hands lost all control, smashing the glass onto the tiled flooring. Turning around to face the open plan kitchen that lead to the dinning room, all I could now see was crimson. I swallowed hard as my breathing increased, all of a sudden I could feel piercing eyes roam my body, I shivered at the feeling not knowing how to act, what to do or where to possibly run to, to escape it all. more questions raced through my mind, it wouldn't stop.

" Please, ... please" I whisper begged to myself to try and calm me down but nothing worked, raking my fingers through the roots of my hair, the only thought that came to mind was to run. Run as fast as I fucking could. So I did. I bolted but as soon as my mind cleared to where I was exactly sprinting too, a cold, wet object came crashing down in front of me, stopping me in my tracks. it grazed my foot with its massive, sharp-tipped blade, causing me to wince in pain and let out a cat like cry-whimper.

I was going to be sick, I could feel it building within me, the pit only widened as my gaze followed the line of where the weapon came from. The more I glanced around the room, the more the colour crimson faded into all the surfaces. I must have skimmed past him when analysing the room as a low groan erupted, bouncing off the walls, surprising me. My eyes shifted to him, he was there, my pathetic father, and lay next to him was my..... my mother.

My heart clenched, I forgot how to breath, tears threatened to break across my face and they did. They just slipped out and I couldn't stop them. I was frozen, frozen still until he stepped closer to me. my pupils dialated and at my sudden shock I stepped away from him, cautiously but it wasn't good enough as he had backed me into the wall. He had cornered me, inching closer to me in the meantime, his bloodied hand stretched out, placing it on the magnolia wall, leaving his print stained into it. I was now most defiantly trapped between his arms, no prospect of escaping. My mind finally quietened as though my life was being drained out of me.

" Please father... don't do this "

And with that as my last thought I woke up, relief engulfed me as the very thought of reliving the nightmare over and over again was spine chilling.